The Distant Legend

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The steel key bit into the lock. I turned it, the metal cold against my palm, a familiar friction that usually meant the start of a shift. Now it just meant the end. I am Thomas Bradshaw. Thirty-two years old. Senior Guard, Block C. I have wanted to be transferred to the quiet archive by Friday for three weeks. I wanted the dust. I wanted the silence. I wanted out of the smell of sweat and old...

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