The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall of the Vane textile mill had not seen such a crowd since Arthur’s wedding, yet the air was thick with the stale, metallic scent of fear rather than the roasting lamb and yeast that should have filled it. Elara Vane stood at the head of the long oak table, her hands gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white, while the creditors from the town council sat opposite her,...

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