The Distant Legend
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, relentless mist that seeped through the seams of the world and settled into the marrow of Elara’s bones. She stood at the edge of the crumbling pier, her fingers locked around the handle of the brass lantern, feeling its weight not as a burden but as a second heart beating in her grip. The lantern was old, its patina dark and slick with the...
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