The Distant Legend

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The chisel struck the limestone, and the sound was not the sharp *clack* of stone on stone, but a low, wet hum that vibrated up Elias Vane’s arm and settled in his teeth. He paused, his breath held tight in his chest, listening to the silence that followed. The quarry master, old Thomas, stood ten paces back, his hands buried in the pockets of a wool coat that had seen better decades. They had...

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