The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the tin roof of the stable, a sound that had long since ceased to be mere weather and had become a kind of static in my mind. I stood by the barn door, watching the water sheet down the muddy path that led to the village. My hands, wrapped in layers of wool and sweat, trembled not from the cold, but from the...
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