The Distant Legend

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Elias, the abbot called, his voice thin and dry as the parchment he was holding, and the name hung in the cold air of the scriptorium like a verdict. Brother Elias looked up from his work, his hands stained with the dark, viscous resin he had spent three days grinding into a paste, and he did not answer immediately because the light was failing, the late afternoon sun cutting a sharp, dusty...

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