The Distant Legend
The iron bit digs into your mouth and you taste the copper of your own blood, a sharp, metallic tang that cuts through the stale dust of the trench, and you realize that the ground beneath you is no longer solid earth but a shifting, rotting mass of mud and shattered bone, and you are holding the hilt of the old sword, the one your brother gave you before he walked into the white fog of the...
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