The Distant Legend

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Maire Mahoney was hauling the last crate of tinned beans up the stone steps when the scanner crackled in his pocket, the static sharp as a snapped twig. He set the box down, his knees aching with a familiar, grinding weight, and pulled the device from his jacket. It was a gift from his brother, Colm, years ago, a thing of plastic and light that had never quite worked right, but now it caught...

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