The Distant Legend

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The fog in Oakhaven did not rise so much as it settled, a heavy, grey blanket that smelled of wet slate and old iron, clinging to the cobblestones and the eaves of the houses until the town seemed to exist only in the lower hem of the sky. Elias Thorne, forty-five years old and bearing the weight of two decades of service in his aching knees, stood before the watchtower, his hand resting on the...

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