The Distant Legend
I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the metallic tang of old blood and rusted hinges, and for a moment I could not tell where the dream ended and the cold reality of my bunk began. The air in the barracks was thick, a physical weight that pressed against my chest, heavy with the scent of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the faint, sweet rot of the orchards outside the windows. I sat up,...
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