The Distant Legend

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The ink weighed two ounces in Arthur’s hand, a heavy, wet burden that seemed to drag his wrist down into the ledger’s page. He had counted the hours of the shift seven times, each count a small, sharp hammer blow against the base of his skull, ensuring that the quarterly report for the Harrowgate Mill would be submitted before the morning frost set in on the windowpanes. The mill hummed its...

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