The Distant Legend
I was sealing the wax on the third envelope when the smell hit me, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat like blood from a bitten lip. The letter was for the Governor, a routine transfer of funds that would, if handled correctly, secure my position as senior clerk. I pressed the seal hard, the hot wax sizzling against the parchment, and tried to ignore the iron scent that had no...
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