The Distant Legend
The rain hits the window. It is cold. I am here. I sit in the chair. It is old wood. The fabric is worn. I look at my hand. It rests on my knee. The skin is tight. The veins are blue. I am far from home. The city is loud. The city is gray. My name is Elias. I am new here. The air smells of coal and wet stone. It smells of something that is not mine. I have been in this room for three days. I do...
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