The Distant Legend
The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of dust and old glue. Elias Thorne sat at his desk in the basement of the St. Jude’s Municipal Library, the fluorescent lights above him flickering with a low, electric buzz that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He held the letter from Director Halloway between his thumb and forefinger, reading the single line printed in stark, black...
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