The Distant Legend
You wake. The air is thick. It smells of wet stone and old blood. You are in the cellar. The walls are damp. You touch them. They are cold. You are Margaret. You are old. You know this. You do not remember your name. But you know the weight of it. It sits in your chest. It is heavy. It is a stone. It is a seal. You have seen it before. You have always seen it. It is on the door. It is a...
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