The Distant Legend

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The rain fell on the roof of the detached house. It drummed a hollow rhythm. A wooden spoon hung from a hook. It was old. The wood was dark. It had worn smooth. Elias held it. He gripped the handle. His fingers were white. The spoon was cold. It was wet. It was his. He stood in the kitchen. The tiles were cracked. The grout was black with age. Outside, the garden was a gray smear. The willow...

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