The Distant Legend
The sky was a shattered pane of glass. It hung low over the ridge. The light was hard. It cut the world in two. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. His boots were heavy. Mud caked the soles. He looked down. The valley was a throat. It swallowed the horizon. He was a soldier. Or he had been. The uniform was gone. He wore a grey coat. It was too thin for the wind. The wind was a blade. It...
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