The Distant Legend

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The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool, a cloying mixture that hung in the air like a fog, thick and suffocating against the skin. You stood by the window, the glass cold and slick under your fingertips, watching the rain streak down the pane in long, jagged tears that blurred the garden into a smear of gray and green. Inside, the room was a cacophony of laughter and clinking...

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