The Distant Legend
You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. It is a thick, metallic taste, like biting into a coin. You are not in your bed. You are on the ground, beneath the roots of an ancient oak that has split the stone pavement of the square. The sky above is a bruised purple, heavy with rain that has not yet fallen. You sit up. Your hands are trembling. You look at them. They are your hands, but they...
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