The Distant Legend

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The wind does not howl here; it whispers, a dry, papery sound that strips the last leaves from the skeletal oaks and scatters them across the frozen moor like the ash of a burned library. You stand at the threshold of the gatehouse, the iron hinges groaning in a language older than the stone, and you look out toward the village below, where the smoke from the hearths rises in thin, reluctant...

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