The Distant Legend

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, spoken by the night shift clerk with the flat, exhausted cadence of a man who had said it too many times that week. You were standing in the doorway of the break room, still half-entangled in the red fence of your dream, that endless, rusted barrier stretching out into a fog that never lifted. The smell of the station hit you next: stale coffee, wet wool, and...

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