The Distant Legend

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the air in the barracks smelled of wet wool and rust. You sat on the edge of your cot, lacing your boots with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to do anything else. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept under a gray blanket of smog and silence, the chimney of the old mill puffing a thin, persistent thread into the overcast sky....

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