The Distant Legend
The road was wet. It was a long road. You walk. The fog is thick. It tastes of iron. It tastes of old money. You are not alone. You are never alone. The castle rises. It is grey. It is silent. It waits for you. You know the name. You do not speak it. The name is a wound. The name is a seal. You have come to break it. Or to be broken by it. The gates open. No sound. The iron is cold. You step...
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