The Distant Legend
The mud was thick enough to swallow a boot, and the rain fell in sheets that turned the world into a gray, weeping blur. I stood in the center of the quad, my hands slick with the cold slime of the earth, staring at the body of the man who had just tried to kill me. He was gone, dragged away by the orderlies in their stiff, white coats, their faces masks of professional detachment. I remained,...
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