The Distant Legend

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The ink was still wet on the discharge papers when Elias Thorne dropped them on the magistrate’s desk, the sound sharp as a crack in dry wood. He did not wait for the man to look up from his ledger. The room smelled of beeswax and stale tobacco, a thick, suffocating scent that seemed to cling to the wool of Elias’s coat. Magistrate Halloway was a small man, his face a map of fine lines that...

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