The Distant Legend

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The frost was in the wool again, and this time it did not let go. "Put it on, Sergeant," the voice had said, twenty years ago, or perhaps it was only yesterday; the years had a way of smudging together in the cold, blurring the edges of who was standing where. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Ironwood Station, the air thick with the smell of damp timber and stale coal smoke, a scent that...

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