The Distant Legend

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the house in Whitby, a rhythmic, drowning sound that filled the hollow spaces of the rooms. You sat in the study, the fire dying to embers in the grate. Your hands were cold. They were always cold now. The leather binding of the journal in your lap was soft, worn smooth by years of turning pages. You held it tightly....

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