The Distant Legend
I woke with the taste of copper and ash in my mouth. It was a thick, metallic film that coated my tongue, stubborn and cold. I tried to spit it out, but it felt as though it had grown into the flesh. I opened my eyes. The ceiling was white, stained with water damage that looked like a map of forgotten rivers. I was in a chair. A high-backed wooden chair, rigid and unforgiving. My hands were...
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