The Distant Legend

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The wool was itchy. That was the first thing Thomas knew, a dull, persistent friction against the skin of his wrists, a reminder that he was still made of flesh and not just of the grey stone that lined the walls of the infirmary. He sat on the straw mat, his hands bound not by rope, but by the heavy, rusted cuffs that the Order had deemed necessary for the "unquiet ones." Across the small,...

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