The Distant Legend

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The hand moved with a mechanical precision, tightening the buckle of the leather belt until it bit into the wool of the tunic. Elias Thorne stared at the knot, watching the frayed ends of the cord, and did not look up when the door creaked. The air in the quarters was thin, carrying a scent that had no business being there in November: pine resin, sharp and cold, smelling of the forest edge...

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