The Distant Legend

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The form was white, stiff as a sheet, and it smelled of the cheap ink used in the War Office. Elias Thorne held it with both hands, the paper trembling in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. He was forty years old, and his hands, which had held a rifle steady through the dust of the Transvaal, now shook like wet leaves. He looked at the signature line. The pen felt heavy, leaden, a dead...

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