The Distant Legend

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The wet ink glistened on the deed, a dark smear that had no business existing on paper sixty years old. You held your breath, the smell of mildew and old dust thick in your throat, and watched the stain spread, a slow, dark flower blooming against the yellowed vellum. It was a Tuesday, three days before the deadline, and the fluorescent tube above you had been buzzing at a frequency that made...

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