The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the muddy tracks of the highland pass into a slurry of brown mud and broken leaves, and within this relentless downpour, the old sergeant walked with a gait that was less a stride and more a rhythmic surrender to the weight of the world, his boots sinking deep into the earth with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to...
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