The Distant Legend
The dampness in the cellar is not merely a quality of the air but a physical weight, pressing against your lungs as you hold Thomas, your brother, whose skin has taken on the grey, brittle texture of ash. You are Elias, a constable for the district, thirty-four years old, and your hands, which have broken up riots and arrested thieves in the muddy streets above, are currently useless, trembling...
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