The Distant Legend

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2026-08-19 16:47:31 -

The broth was thick as honey, dark as the earth beneath the frost, and it smelled of iron and old roses. It sat in a clay bowl on the table between us, steam rising in ribbons that curled and dissolved into the grey, timeless air of the cottage. I watched the surface of the liquid, disturbed only by the slow, deliberate drift of a single, pale petal that had fallen from the jar of dried herbs...

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