The Distant Legend
The moss on the stone wall grew thick. It was a damp, green thing. It smelled of rot and rain. Silas watched it. He held the key. The key was cold. It was iron. It had no teeth. It was smooth. Silas was the town clerk. He wore a gray coat. The coat was old. The buttons were cracked. He walked to the church. The church was old too. The stones were black. The wind blew through the eaves. It...
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