The Distant Legend
You are leaving the city before the dawn has fully broken, standing at the edge of the stone quay where the mist clings to the water like a shroud that refuses to be lifted. The air is thick with the scent of salt and rotting kelp, a perfume that has always signaled to you the boundary between the known world and the vast, indifferent dark. You are young, and your hands shake, not from the...
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