The Distant Legend
Thorne, get in here. The voice came from the window of the district office, sharp and dry, cutting through the humid air of the northern station. I stood in the yard where the mud was already turning to sludge, my boots sinking with every step, and watched the superintendent lean out, his face a mask of bureaucratic impatience. He wanted to discuss my transfer. I wanted to go home to Clara. I...
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