The Distant Legend
The door was locked. It had been locked for three days. I sat in the dark. The room was small. A box of stone. Dust motes danced in the air. They were gray. They were still. I breathed. My breath was shallow. I heard a sound. A scratch. On the wood. On the other side. Who was it? I did not answer. I could not. My throat was tight. It felt like lead. I remembered the promise. We made it. By the...
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