The Distant Legend

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I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The air in the cell was thick, heavy with the scent of wet wool and old stone. I could not remember how I got there. I could only remember the weight of the thing in my hand. It was cold. It was smooth. It was a stamp. Not a rubber stamp, but a heavy, brass cylinder, etched with the seal of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I held it tight. My fingers...

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