The Distant Legend

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The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet in the corners, smelling of iron and rain. It was a notice of dismissal, signed in a sharp, angular hand that cut across the paper like a blade. I read it twice, the words blurring under the harsh fluorescent light that hummed above me, a sound that had begun to match the rhythm of my own failing heart. My name was Elias Thorne, and for forty years...

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