The Distant Legend
Chapter One I am looking back at the hour when the light in the maintenance bay went from the harsh white of the fluorescents to the dull, amber glow of the emergency lamps, a shift that happened faster than the fog rolling in off the salt marshes, and I see now that my hands were already shaking before I even picked up the quill, or rather, the stylus, which was the wrong word for it, but the...
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