The Distant Legend

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2026-08-17 18:28:01 -

The mortar was red, a thick, cloying paste that smelled of dried blood and crushed limestone, and my hands were buried to the wrist in it, grinding the day’s worth of clay into submission. I was twelve, a boy of sharp elbows and quiet eyes, working in the infirmary of the Priory of Saint Jude, a sprawling stone fortress of grey rock and ivy that clung to the hillside like a barnacle on a ship’s...

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