The Distant Legend
The carriage wheels bit into the gravel of the lane as Elias Thorne watched the silhouette of his ancestral estate shrink against the pale, early morning sky. He was forty-two years old, a man who had spent the last two decades healing the ailments of others, yet he carried with him a weight that no medicine could alleviate. In the pocket of his coat, close to his heart, sat a small glass vial...
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