The Distant Legend

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The hand trembled. Not from cold. Not from age. It trembled because it had forgotten how to be still. Elias stood before the mirror. The glass was fogged at the edges, a soft white halo framing his face. He watched his own reflection. The skin was loose. The bones beneath were sharp. He raised a hand to touch the cheek. The fingers hovered. They did not touch. He lowered them. He dressed. The...

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