The Distant Legend
The tape measure stretched across the floor of the archive, its yellow blade rigid as a bone, marking out the last three feet of the room before the movers arrived. Elias Thorne knelt on the cold linoleum, his knees aching with the damp chill that had seeped through the concrete foundation for twenty years. He counted the boxes in his head, one hundred and forty-two, each containing the...
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