The Distant Legend

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The rain on the tin roof was a relentless drumming. It sounded like fingers tapping against a table in a room where no one wanted to speak. Elias sat on the edge of the cot. He did not look at the door. He knew who it was. He could feel the weight of her presence before she stepped inside. It was a heavy, cold thing. Like a stone swallowed whole. She held a basket. It was woven from dried...

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