The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the clay roads of Oakhaven into a slurry of brown mud that sucked at your boots with a wet, heavy persistence, and you stood in the center of the yard, watching the water drip from the eaves of the barn in a steady, rhythmic platter that sounded like the ticking of a clock counting down the last hours of your life. You were a man of the law, or...
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