The Distant Legend
The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the grey stone of the tower. The air was cold. It bit the skin. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the water run down the glass. His uniform was damp. The wool clung to his back. It felt heavy. It felt like a shroud. "Is he here?" asked a voice from the door. It was Elias. He stepped into the room. His boots squeaked on the flagstones. He looked...
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