The Distant Legend

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The bread was stale, hard as river stone, but Thomas Ashworth ate it slowly, chewing each piece until it dissolved into a gritty paste in his mouth. He sat on the edge of the stone table in the kitchen, the wood scarred by decades of knives and elbows. Outside, the wind moaned against the shutters of the manor, a sound that seemed to come from the earth itself, rising up through the foundation...

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