The Distant Legend

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I woke with the smell of iron in my mouth. It was the taste of old blood. Or rust. It didn't matter. The smell was the same. I was standing in the Great Hall. The stone floor was cold against my boots. I was wearing the tunic. The blue one. It was stained. Not with mud. With something darker. Something that didn’t wash out. I looked down. My hands were empty. But they felt heavy. Like they held...

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