The Distant Legend

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The chisel bit into the oak, shaving away a curl of pale wood that smelled of resin and old dust. You held the blade steady, your wrist locked, feeling the vibration travel up through the handle and into your elbow, a familiar tremor that the junior clerks mistook for weakness but which you knew was the only thing keeping your aim true. The workshop was cold, the kind of damp chill that settled...

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