The Distant Legend

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The banquet in the foreman’s office smelled of stale beer and iron filings, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat before you even took a sip. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, thirty years old, your hands folded neatly in your lap, while Silas Ketchum, the mill’s foreman, stood at the head, pouring drinks for men who laughed too loud and slouched too low. You were...

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