The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror, and Elias Thorne woke from the dream with the sensation of wet leaves clinging to his skin, though his office was dry and smelled only of dust and decaying paper. He sat up in the chair, the leather creaking under his weight, and looked at his...
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