The Distant Legend
The magnetic head of the reader shuddered against the reel, a high-pitched whine that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s teeth, and the fluorescent lights of the Meridian Institute’s sub-level archive flickered in a rhythm that did not match the electrical grid. He was forty-two years old, a senior archivist with twenty years of service, and in that moment, he was a man standing...
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