The Distant Legend
The castle stood against the sky like a broken tooth. It was an old place, built by men who no longer existed. The stone was grey and cold. The wind moved through the high windows. It made a low, long sound. It sounded like a sigh. Eleanor sat in the high chair. Her hands were still on the armrests. The wood was worn smooth by many hands. She had held it for forty years. Her husband, Thomas,...
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