The Distant Legend

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The train was late, which meant we had to walk the last four miles along the coastal ridge. Maren didn’t complain. She adjusted the strap of her pack, which weighed more than her own body, and kept her eyes fixed on the gravel path. I walked beside her, keeping a respectful distance, because that is what one does when carrying someone’s silence. The air smelled of salt and wet iron, a metallic...

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