The Distant Legend

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It tapped a persistent rhythm against the glass of the school window. I sat in the back row. My hands were cold. I folded the paper. I unfolded it. I folded it again. The crease was sharp. It cut my thumb. A bead of blood. I watched it well up. Red. Bright against the pale wood of the desk. Mr. Aldous stood at the front. He wore a grey suit. It was damp...

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