The Distant Legend

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Vane. The name was not shouted, but it carried the weight of a hammer blow, landing in the marrow of Arthur Vane’s thirty-four-year-old bones. He stood at the edge of the Kestrel Junction, his boots sinking into the wet ballast, and listened to the silence that followed the summons. It was a heavy, industrial quiet, broken only by the rhythmic, metallic clatter of the night shift’s freight cars...

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