The Distant Legend

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The iron gears of the mill did not stop, even when the sky above the valley turned the color of a bruised plum, and I sat at the head of the long oak table, feeling the weight of the silverware in my hands like the weight of a life I was no longer sure I had earned. The banquet was a grotesque affair, a display of industrial excess that felt less like a celebration and more like a funeral for...

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