The Distant Legend
The coat was heavy. It was a wool thing, dark green, thick enough to hide a body inside. Marcus held it in his hands. The fabric smelled of wet earth and old smoke. It was his father’s coat. He had worn it for forty years. Now he wore it to walk away. The road stretched out before him. It was a gray line in the snow. The sky was the same gray. He walked fast. His boots crunched on the ice. The...
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