The Distant Legend

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Thorne. Mr. Gable’s voice cut through the dust-choked air of the office, sharp as a pick against shale. He didn’t look up from his ledger. The light from the single window was thin, gray, and late afternoon. It caught the fly buzzing against the glass and the sweat on my brow. I stood there, holding the pocket watch. It was ticking. A steady, mechanical heartbeat in the silence. "I found it in...

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