The Distant Legend

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The hand moved in a slow, deliberate circle, dragging the nib of the steel pen across the heavy parchment, leaving a trail of wet, black fluid that refused to set. Elias Thorne watched the ink pool in the valley of the cursive script, a dark, viscous bead that defied the dry air of the archive room, and he felt the weight of the silence pressing against his eardrums. He was thirty years old, a...

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