The Distant Legend
I woke with the taste of iron and cold ash on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like a wet wool coat, heavy and suffocating, and I realized that I was not in my bunk in the garrison but standing in the center of the vast, echoing rotunda of the old industrial archive, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decaying paper, while the figure of Major Halloway stood before me, his face a...
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