The Distant Legend

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The wind in the valley did not howl. It whispered. It moved through the dry grass like a breath held too long, pressing against the stone walls of the old mill. Elias sat on the bench, his hands wrapped around a cup of cold tea. The ceramic was chipped. A hairline fracture ran through the handle. He held it tight, as if the warmth would seep back into the clay, or perhaps into his own fingers....

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