The Distant Legend

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The iron of the sword had long since lost its temper, rusted into a dull, flaking brown that matched the dried blood of the centuries it had supposedly witnessed, and I held it in my hands not as a weapon of war, but as a heavy, meaningless weight that dragged at my spirit as much as at my arms, while the rain outside the window of the barracks drummed a relentless, monotonous rhythm against...

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