The Distant Legend

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The ring is gone, Sir Julian. I looked up from the desk where I had been grinding ink, the smell of iron gall sharp in the air. The Duke stood by the window, his back to me, the afternoon light cutting through the dust motes that swirled in the stagnant air of the study. He did not turn around. I stood, my legs stiff from hours of copying ledgers, and bowed. My hand, trembling slightly, went to...

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