The Distant Legend
The rusted gate of the outpost groaned under the weight of the wind, a sound that Elias Thorne had long since stopped hearing as mere metal fatigue and began to feel as a vibration in his own teeth. He stood with his back to the stone wall, the low-frequency hum of the ancient masonry pressing against his spine, a resonant thrum that matched the erratic, heavy pounding of his heart. "I need the...
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