The Distant Legend

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The mud was thick and black. It sucked at my boots with a sound like a dying breath. Rain lashed the back of my neck. Cold. Sharp. I ran. My lungs burned. The forest behind me was a wall of grey branches. No birds. No wind. Just the rain. I was twelve. Small. Light. I moved fast. The trackers were behind me. I could hear the creak of their leather. The clink of iron. They were close. Too...

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