The Distant Legend

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The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet iron and old ash. You stood on the edge of the ridge, looking down into the valley where the old mill lay half-swallowed by the mist. In your hand, you held the brass compass. It was cold, heavier than it looked, its glass face cracked in a starburst pattern that mapped the constellations of your own sleepless nights. You were not a...

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