The Distant Legend
The flood did not arrive as a gentle creeping tide but as a sudden, violent exhalation from the earth itself, swallowing the lower town of Harrowgate in a single, suffocating breath. It was a Tuesday, a day that had started with the mundane scent of damp wool and stale coffee in the back room of the shop, and ended with the roar of brown water smashing against the brickwork of the foundation....
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