The Distant Legend
The air in the chapel of St. Jude’s, damp and heavy with the scent of rotting lilies and ancient incense, settled upon your shoulders like a burial shroud, and you found yourself listening not to the prayers of the dying but to the slow, rhythmic cracking of the ice that formed beneath the floorboards, a sound that was both the heartbeat of the building and the death rattle of your own soul....
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