The Distant Legend
You are bleeding, and the iron taste of it is so thick on your tongue that it drowns out the taste of the rain, the cold, wet slate of the pavement, and the screaming of the crowd that has gathered around you in a tight, suffocating ring of bodies and breaths. You are pinned under the weight of a stranger’s despair, a man whose face is a mask of terror and filth, and you are trying to break his...
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