The Distant Legend
The iron wheels groaned against the tracks, a sound that seemed to scrape the very marrow from the bones of the world, and young Elias clung to the edge of the carriage window, his fingers white-knuckled and trembling against the cold, condensation-slicked glass. Outside, the landscape of the Appalachian foothills unrolled in a monochrome wash of gray slate and rusted timber, a visual symphony...
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