The Distant Legend
The stamp hit the paper with a dull, final thud, the sound of a door closing in another room. Elias Thorne watched the red ink bleed into the heavy cardstock, the color spreading like a bruise under the skin, and he felt the cold air of the municipal office settle into his marrow. Director Halloway did not look up from his desk, his fingers drumming a rhythmic, impatient tap against the...
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