The Distant Legend
The knock came again, sharp and wet, like a knuckle rapping against a thick pane of glass. I looked up from the ledger, my pen hovering over the column of figures, the ink trembling on the tip as the vibration traveled up the oak desk and into my bones. It was not the rhythmic chugging of the new steam engines outside, nor the hiss of the radiators in the corner. It was a single, distinct...
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