The Distant Legend
The glass was cold. It sat in the center of the table. A blue bottle. Thick walls. No label. Just the glass. "You leaving?" Elara looked up. Thomas was by the door. He wore his coat. The brown one. The one that smelled of rain and old wool. "Yes." "Today?" "Today." He pulled the chair out. Sat down. The wood creaked. A small sound. In the quiet room, it sounded like a bone breaking. "The...
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