The Distant Legend
You wake before the dawn, your lungs heavy with the taste of cold ash and the lingering, metallic ghost of the dream that has been gnawing at the back of your skull for three nights running, a dream of a border that moves like water, shifting its edges so that you are always just on the wrong side, always watching the firelight of the other shore from a distance that makes your bones ache with...
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