The Distant Legend
The house stood on the hill like a tooth. White. Clean. Unmoving. It had been there before the war. It would be there after the war. It was the only thing in this valley that did not rot. We lived in the mud. We lived in the dirt. The house lived in the light. My name is Elias. I am the man who broke the lock. I am the man who took the silver. I am the man who is still here. We were hungry....
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