The Distant Legend

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The rain fell on the iron roof of the station master’s office like a thousand small nails driving themselves into the wood. You sat in the chair by the window, the one with the broken slat that you had never reported because it was comfortable in a way that the new, regulation-issue furniture was not. Your uniform was wet. The wool had turned the color of the mud outside, a deep, cloying brown...

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