The Distant Legend

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The air in the Oakhaven Town Hall tasted of wet wool and stale tobacco, a thick, suffocating layer that clung to the backs of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the dais. It was the autumn of 1912, and the rain had been falling for three days straight, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors that reflected the grim faces of the Council. Elias held his leather satchel tightly against...

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