The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of our house into a blurred watercolor, dissolving the sharp edges of the garden until only the shapes of the oaks remained, dark and skeletal against the pewter sky. I sat at the kitchen table, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the water drip...
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