The Distant Legend

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Thorne. The name hung in the damp air of the barracks, called out by a voice that sounded like gravel grinding against stone, and Elias looked up from the oak block in his hands to find Julian standing in the doorway, his eyes flat and cold, watching the way Elias’s chisel bit into the wood with a precision that felt less like craftsmanship and more like a ritual of self-punishment. The...

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