The Distant Legend

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The dust motes danced in the shafts of light. Silas sat. His hands were still. They rested on his knees. They were bare. The skin was tight. It pulled across the knuckles. It was a map of veins. Blue lines. Dark shadows. He looked at them. He did not blink. The air was still. It smelled of old paper. And cold stone. The house was quiet. It was a large house. It stood on the hill. It had stood...

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