The Distant Legend

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The letter from the Pension Office lay on the kitchen table, its ink faded to the color of weak tea, the stamp from the District Registrar still crisp against the paper. Elias Thorne read it twice, his fingers tracing the jagged edge of the envelope, feeling the cold seep through the wood into his knuckles. It stated, in the dry, bureaucratic voice of the state, that his application for early...

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