The Distant Legend

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2026-08-19 04:12:57 -

The porridge was thick as tar and smelled of scorched oats. It sat in the iron pot, bubbling slowly, the only warm thing in the cold stone hall of the Blackwood Asylum. I stirred it with a wooden spoon, the sound scraping against the metal, a dry, rasping noise that seemed to fill the silence. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, barred windows, blurring the view of the industrial park...

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