The Distant Legend

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud around the base of the old oak into a thick, black slurry that sucked at your boots with a wet, reluctant grip. You stand at the threshold of the cottage, the heavy oak door swollen with dampness against the frame, and you watch the tree. It is a massive thing, a sentinel of rough bark and twisting limbs that has stood on this hill since...

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