The Distant Legend

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the infirmary, a relentless, metallic ticking that matched the rhythm of Silas’s pulse. He sat on the edge of the cot, his uniform damp and stiff with rust. The air smelled of boiled turnips and antiseptic, a cloying mix that sat heavy in his throat. "You look like a ghost, Silas," Elias said. He did not look up from...

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