The Distant Legend
The dream was wet. It always was. Elias woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. He spat it onto the straw. The barn door groaned in the wind. Outside, the rain hammered the earth like a fist against a table. He stood up. His knees popped. He was old now. The bone in his leg, the one they had reset so poorly years ago, throbbed with a dull, constant ache. He walked to the trough. The water...
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