The Distant Legend

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The house stood at the end of a long, gravel drive that wound through the dark pines like a scar on the skin of the forest. It was a sprawling Victorian estate, white clapboard peeling in flakes that resembled dried paint, its windows dark and hollow eyes staring out at the mist. Margaret Holloway had not slept in three days. The air inside was thick, not just with the humidity of the Pacific...

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