The Distant Legend

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You are running. Your lungs burn like iron in a forge. The air is thin and tastes of dust and old blood. You are a boy, or you feel like one, though your face is a map of lines that do not belong to youth. You are chasing the shadow of a mistake. The mistake is a coat. It is red. It hangs on a branch of twisted oak, flapping in the wind like a wound that will not close. You know it is a trap....

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