The Distant Legend

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The transfer order sat in Elias Thorne’s hand, the paper yellowed and brittle, smelling of damp wool and old ink. It was a simple document, three lines of type, but it weighed more than the rifle he had carried for twelve years. Outside the window, the fog rolled in from the valley floor, thick as spilled milk, swallowing the pine trees one by one. Elias was thirty years old, and he had never...

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