The Distant Legend
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its seal broken, the ink still damp in the creases where the central authority’s clerk had folded it with bureaucratic precision. Elias Thorne read it twice, his eyes tracing the cold, flat denial of his appeal, the words accusing him of insubordination and theft of state property, a crime that carried no trial, only exile. He did not look up when Mara...
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