The Distant Legend
You dream of the river. It is not the water you see from the bridge. It is the water in your lungs. You are not swimming. You are sinking. The current is cold and indifferent. It does not care about your rank. It does not care about your name. It only pulls. You try to tread water. Your arms are heavy. The lead vest is too tight. It presses against your ribs. It is a familiar weight. You have...
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