The Distant Legend

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The oak tree stood in the center of the courtyard, its branches thick as a man’s arm, its leaves the color of old blood. It did not sway. It did not whisper. It simply existed, a fixed point in a city that was slowly dissolving. Miles sat on the cold stone bench, his legs too short to reach the ground. He was seven. His hands were tucked into his pockets, fingers drumming a silent rhythm...

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