The Distant Legend
You leave the village before the fog lifts. The mud sucks at your boots, a cold, wet mouth that refuses to let go. You are a man of ink and order. You are a man who believes in the ledger. The ledger says the boy is guilty. The ledger says the boy stole the silver chalice from the chapel of Saint Jude. The ledger does not say that the boy is crying. The ledger does not say that the snow is...
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