The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall of the Vane estate was a tomb of dust and dead flowers, the air thick with the scent of mildew and old wax. Arthur Vane stood before the grand mirror, his reflection staring back with the hollow eyes of a man who had forgotten how to breathe, the glass cracked down the center in a jagged line that split his face into two distinct halves. He was forty years old, though he looked...

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