The Distant Legend
The sky broke open. Not with rain. With light. Miles stood in the garden. His hands shook. He held a bowl. It was clay. Red. Cracked. Inside, a single loaf. Bread. It smelled of ash and honey. He looked up. The sun was wrong. It had two halos. One gold. One black. "Look," said Elara. She stood by the gate. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wide. She did not run. She waited. Miles turned. He...
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