The Distant Legend

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The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the station. I left my coat. I left my dignity. I left everything. The train was late. The platform was empty. Only the clock ticked. Tick. Tock. Tick. I held the box. It was small. Velvet. Black. It weighed nothing. It weighed everything. I had carried it for three years. Three years of silence. Three years of lying. I was a spy. I was a...

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