The Distant Legend
The morning the kitchen was emptied of the silver service, Thomas felt a hollow ache in his chest that had nothing to do with hunger. It was a Tuesday, grey and unyielding, the kind of day that pressed against the leaded windows of the manor house like a damp cloth, sealing them from the world outside. Thomas, who was only twelve but had the eyes of an old man, stood by the table where his...
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