The Distant Legend
It was a cold, gray Tuesday in the parking lot of the St. Jude’s Community Center when Eleanor first noticed the man who was not there, standing with his back to her, wearing a coat that smelled of wet ash and old blood, and he turned, and his face was the face of the boy she had left behind in the war, the one whose name she had tried so hard to forget that it had begun to rot inside her...
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