The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 07:06:20 -

The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the moor into a soup of wet earth and dying heather. We had been walking for three days, or perhaps only hours, for time had lost its rigid shape in the damp cold that seeped through my wool socks and settled in my bones. My father walked ahead of me, his silhouette indistinct against the mist, a dark...

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