The Distant Legend
The pen in Elias Thorne’s hand trembled as he tried to adjust the tie he had knotted three times in the elevator, the silk fraying against the crisp white of his shirt collar. He stood at the center of the Grand Meridian Hotel’s ballroom, surrounded by the low hum of two hundred people in evening wear, their laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses creating a dense, suffocating sound that...
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