The Distant Legend

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The soup was cold. It sat in the clay bowl, a gray mirror of the sky outside. I looked at it. I did not eat. My wife, Elara, was gone. She had taken the last of the grain. She had taken the silver spoon. She had left me the empty house. And the hunger. I am Thomas. I am a keeper of words. In the old days, I wrote for the barons. I wrote their deeds. I made their cruelty sound like kindness. I...

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