The Distant Legend

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The brass keys in Elias Thorne’s hand were cold, not from the autumn air, but from the metal itself, a chill that seemed to seep into his knuckles where the nerves had begun to fail him. He stood in the center of the grand hall of Blackwood Manor, the dust motes dancing in the slant of late afternoon light that cut through the tall windows, watching the realtor, a man named Mr. Halloway,...

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