The Distant Legend

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The ink bled through the paper, a dark, spreading bruise that mirrored the tremor in my hand. I was forty-five. My name was Elias Thorne, a constable in the old city, and I wanted only to finish this shift, go home, and eat the stew Martha had left simmering on the stove. The clock on the wall ticked with a violence that felt personal. I was not tired. I was failing. The report was a list of...

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