The Distant Legend

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You are standing in the rain, holding a bucket of grey sludge that smells of sulfur and old copper. Your hands are black to the wrist. The rain isn’t really rain, not anymore. It’s a fine, persistent mist that settles into your pores and tastes like rust. You are thirty-two years old, though you look fifty, and your knees ache with a deep, structural wrongness that has nothing to do with the...

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