The Distant Legend

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The dream always began with the smell of wet rot and ended with the sight of roots drinking from a black, stagnant pool, a rhythmic pulse of dark light beating beneath the soil like a failing heart. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, his fifty-two-year-old body aching with the specific, grinding stiffness of a man whose eyesight was failing faster than his will to record...

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