The Distant Legend

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I woke with the taste of copper and ash in my mouth. The dream was still clinging to the sheets, heavy and wet. I saw the gate. High. Black iron. Wrought into the shape of thorns that seemed to move in the wind. I was standing before it. I was always standing before it. I sat up. The room was cold. The light from the window was pale, the color of old bone. I am a maker of things. Small things....

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