The Distant Legend

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Thorne. The name hit the air like a dropped hammer, sharp and final, and I stopped laying the stone. I looked up from the mortar, my hands slick with gray slurry, to see Mayor Halloway standing at the base of the scaffold, his face a mask of bureaucratic concern. Behind him, the town square was filling. The sound of Oakhaven was not the usual low murmur of commerce but a dense, vibrating hum of...

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