The Distant Legend

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The frost had eaten the windowpane, turning the glass into a web of white lace that let in no light, only the gray, damp chill of the November morning. I sat by the hearth, where the fire had long since died to a bed of cold ash, and listened to the wind scream against the shutters. It was a sound like a man crying out for help, or perhaps just a man trying to remember who he was. Outside, the...

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