The Distant Legend

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2026-08-17 12:50:44 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey curtain of mist that smelled of wet wool and old iron, soaking into the bones of the stone keep until the very mortar wept with a cold, damp sorrow. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the threshold of the great hall, his hand resting on the rough-hewn oak doorframe, feeling the vibration of the storm beyond the walls, a low, thrumming growl that...

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