The Distant Legend

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The fog was thick. It tasted of iron. We walked into it. "Are you certain?" I asked. My voice sounded thin. Small. Thomas did not answer. He looked at me. His eyes were deep. Dark wells. I saw my own reflection there. A ghost. "I am," he said. We were on the road to the Hall. The Hall was old. Stone. Moss. It sat on the hill. It had watched us for centuries. It would watch us now. My name is...

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