The Distant Legend
The fever had returned at four, sharp as a knife twist in the gut. Dr. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the narrow cot, his hands resting on Clara’s sheets, feeling the damp heat radiate from her skin. He was a historian of the medieval period, a man who dealt in dead kings and static archives, yet here he was, thirty-two years old, fighting a war against a wasting illness that the doctors at...
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