The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 04:26:29 -

The fog rolled in from the river, thick and grey as wet wool, swallowing the cobblestones of the old district until I could not see the feet of the woman walking three paces ahead of me, who was, in the only way that mattered, my mother, though she had not worn my father’s ring for forty years and did not answer to the name I had learned to whisper in my dreams. I was not supposed to be there,...

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