The Distant Legend

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The rain lashed against the single pane of glass in the archive window, a rhythmic tapping that sounded less like weather and more like an impatient finger demanding attention. You stood before the oak desk, your knuckles white as you gripped the edge, trying to steady your breath. Elias Thorne, junior clerk, thirty-four years old, and for the first time in your career, you felt the weight of...

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