The Distant Legend
You wake with the taste of iron and stale bread on your tongue, a metallic tang that clings to the back of your throat like a second skin. The dream has left you hollowed out, a vessel drained of its contents, yet the sensation of hunger remains, sharp and insistent, a physical ache that seems to resonate in the hollow of your chest. You are in the antechamber of the High Court, a place where...
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