The Distant Legend

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2026-08-19 20:57:58 -

The rain hits the tin roof like gravel. You count the drops. One, two, three. Your father is dead. The silence is louder than the storm. You hold the box. It is heavy. Iron. Cold. Inside is the watch. Your father’s watch. It stopped at four in the morning. The time he left. Or the time he died. No one knows for sure. You are a soldier. You are also a son. These two things do not fit together....

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