The Distant Legend

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2026-08-17 17:08:05 -

The train hissed. Steam curled. It smelled of wet iron. Mara sat. Her hands were cold. The window fogged. She wiped it. The world outside blurred. Then it cleared. A forest stood. Dark. Still. It watched her. She was thirty. Her coat was thin. It did not fit. The fabric was rough. It scratched her neck. She did not care. She had money. Three pounds. It was all she had. It was not enough. It was...

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