The Distant Legend

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The light in the station house was the color of old dishwater, a flat, sickly yellow that made the dust motes look like suspended ash. I looked up from the ledger, my pen still hovering over the column of confiscated goods, and watched Kael’s back as he adjusted his belt. He had served under me for fifteen years, through the floods and the freezes, and I had trusted him with my life more than I...

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