The Distant Legend
The snow did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey veil that swallowed the jagged teeth of the watchtower and the world beyond, leaving Elias Thorne standing in a void that felt less like a location and more like a held breath, a pause in the long exhalation of his life that had stretched for thirty-two years of service. He was fifty-two, a man whose joints had begun to click with the...
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