The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the town square into a mirror of the bruised sky above, and I stood there with my back against the cold stone of the old well, feeling the wet seep through the wool of my coat, my hands clenched at my sides until the knuckles turned white, waiting for the command that would finally force me to...
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