The Distant Legend

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The rain had turned the road into a slurry of grey mud, sucking at my boots with a wet, desperate pull as I trudged toward the gates of the Hall. I was not a man of high station, nor did I possess the polished tongue of the courtiers who moved through the corridors like oil through glass. I was a scholar, a man of books and quiet observations, brought here not for favor, but for a debt that had...

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