The Distant Legend

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The ink on the page was black, but the water beneath it was grey. It sat there, a cold, wet stain spreading through the fiber of the paper, refusing to dry despite the heat of the lamp. Lucien Etienne, thirty-four and a clerk of minor importance in the counting house of Vire, watched the dampness creep toward the margin. He had been wiping at it for an hour with a cloth that only made the smear...

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