The Distant Legend

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The rusted compass in Elias’s hand felt heavy, its needle trembling with a faint, erratic pulse that seemed to mock his stillness. He stood alone at the edge of the Blackwater Quarry, the air thick with the scent of wet shale and decaying leaves, while the afternoon light filtered through the grey canopy of the surrounding pines. His twelve-year-old fingers, stained with dirt and grease,...

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