The Distant Legend
The left side of my face has been aching for three days, a dull, throbbing pulse that lives behind the eye socket and radiates down toward the jawline where the skin feels tight and pulled like old canvas stretched over a frame. I sit in the center of the round table in the parlor of the house that was once the estate of the late Mr. Ashworth, a man who died without an heir and whose legacy is...
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