The Distant Legend
"You are going to die in the dark, Thomas. That is the only certainty left." The old woman’s voice was dry as the dust on the windowsill, a rasping whisper that cut through the thick, stagnant air of the attic room. Thomas Whitmore did not look up from the leather-bound journal he was holding. His hands, trembling slightly with a palsy that had begun to creep up his forearms three winters ago,...
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