The Distant Legend

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The ink is wet again. Elias looked up from the ledger, his quill suspended in the air, a drop of black hanging from the tip like a threat. The stain was spreading across the parchment, a slow, creeping tide that ate the edges of the parish register. It was not a spill. Spills dried. This moved. Master Aldous stood by the window, his back to the boy, watching the snow fall on the village square....

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