The Distant Legend
The Ledger hums. It is a low, vibrating note, like a cat purring against the wood of the desk. You press your ear closer to the leather binding. The sound stops. You look up. Mayor Harrow is standing in the doorway of the archive, smiling. His smile does not reach his eyes. His eyes are flat and dark. "Elias," he says. His voice is smooth. "We were looking for you." You sit up straight. You are...
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