The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old district into a mirror of the bruised sky, and I stood in the center of the command post, my boots soaking through the leather, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, electric weight of the silence that had finally fallen over the room. It was a vast, empty hall, a...
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