The Distant Legend

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The cold in the flat was not merely a temperature; it was a physical weight, a damp wool blanket pressed against Elias’s chest as he sat hunched over the kitchen table, his breath misting in the stale air. He was forty-two, though the hollows under his eyes suggested a man who had lived through several decades of exile in that small, rented room in Southwark. His want was specific, tangible,...

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