The Distant Legend
The train from Harrowgate to the industrial district of Millhaven smelled of coal dust and damp wool, a scent that had long since calcified into the very air of the region, and as I stepped off the platform into the November sleet, I felt the familiar, heavy pull of duty settling onto my shoulders like a wet coat. I was Elias Thorne, the senior archivist for the St. Jude Industrial Complex, and...
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