The Distant Legend
You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue. The cellar is dark. It is always dark here, beneath the stone foundations of the old university. You are on your knees. The floor is cold. You know it is cold because you have been here for so long that the cold has become a part of your skin. You are a scholar. You are a keeper of words. But today, the words are not in the books. They are in the...
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