The Distant Legend
The rain tastes of iron. You wake on the cold stone. Your armor is wet. Heavy. It clings to your ribs. Like a dead thing. You are Thomas. You are a knight. Or you were. Time is a thief. It steals your name. It steals your strength. It steals the color from the sky. You are old. The years have eaten you. They chew on your bones. They drink your blood. You try to stand. Your knees buckle. They...
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