The Distant Legend

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The ink was wet. Elias Thorne stared at the signature on the deed, his breath hitching in his throat as he recognized the loop of the ‘e’ and the sharp, jagged cross of the ‘t’. It was his own hand, but it felt alien, as if a stranger had borrowed his fingers to sign away his life. The study of Blackwood Manor groaned around him, the oak floorboards shifting under a weight that had no source....

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