The Distant Legend

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The mud sucked at his boots. It was thick, cold, and tasted of iron. Silas Vane dragged his leg forward. The ground offered no purchase. He slipped. He caught himself on the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold against his palm. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. The air smelled of ozone and wet stone. He stood alone in the center of the courtyard. The walls were high. They were made of...

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