The Distant Legend

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Thorne, the ink is drying in the well, and you are staring at the wall as if it owes you money. You blink, the motion slow and deliberate, like a man wading through deep water. The Guild Hall of St. Jude’s is a fortress of stone and parchment, a place where the air smells of dust, dried lavender, and the metallic tang of old iron. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior archivist...

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