The Distant Legend

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the door to the small, damp room opened. Elias Thorne did not look up. His hand moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had spent twenty years copying other men’s words, the quill scratching against the rough surface like a rat gnawing on wood. He was forty-two, his back permanently curved from years of hunching over desks in the shadow of...

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