The Distant Legend
The dust in the Oakhaven Municipal Archive did not settle; it hung in the stagnant air like a fine gray powder, coating my skin and the tips of my fingers in a layer that felt less like dirt and more like the ash of a fire that had been burning for months. I sat hunched over the heavy oak desk, the only light coming from a single, buzzing fluorescent tube that flickered with an arrhythmic,...
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