The Distant Legend
The pen hovered an inch above the paper, a trembling black needle threatening to pierce the white void. Elias Thorne, fifty-two, sat in the dim glow of his office at the Ministry of Archives, the resignation letter before him a testament to a life he could no longer bear to continue. His hands, once steady enough to handle manuscripts older than the nation itself, now shook with a violence that...
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