The Distant Legend
"The 1998 flood report is missing, Elias. Or you are. Choose." I looked up from the ledger, my fingers still resting on the cold, gritty surface of the desk. The vibration in the filing cabinets had stopped, which was worse than the noise. Silence, in this building, meant something had broken. I didn’t answer immediately. I watched the dust motes swirl in the shaft of light cutting through the...
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