The Distant Legend
In his left hand, Elias Thorne held a key that had lost its teeth to rust, the metal biting into his palm until the skin turned white. The weight of it was negligible, a sliver of iron, yet it felt as dense as the debt that had dragged him to the Halloway estate. He stood on the cracked flagstones of the drive, the wind whistling through the broken panes of the manor house behind him, a sound...
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