The Distant Legend
Mara sat alone in the high tower room. The dust motes danced in the single shaft of light. She held a cup of cold tea. It trembled in her hand. She did not drink. She waited. The clock on the mantel ticked. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. It sounded like a hammer on bone. Below, the estate stretched out in gray silence. The manor was old. Stone and ivy. It had stood for three hundred years. It had...
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