The Distant Legend

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The needle slipped. Elias pulled his hand back, a thin line of blood welling at the fingertip, staining the white cotton of the collar he was mending. It was a small wound, but it throbbed with a deep, rhythmic pain that echoed the stiffness in his knuckles. He was fifty-two years old, and his hands, which had once moved with the fluid precision of a surgeon, now felt like rusted hinges. The...

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