The Distant Legend

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The rain hits the tin roof like gravel. You count the drops. One, two, three. They do not stop. You are sitting in the corner of the tavern, the one called The Rusty Nail, where the air smells of wet wool and stale beer. Your brother, Thomas, sits across from you. He is shaking. His hands are folded on the table, knuckles white. He is not looking at you. He is looking at the floor. You have...

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