The Distant Legend

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I dreamed of a hand. Not my own. It was pale, knotted with veins that looked like dried rivers, and it held a coin. The coin was silver. It was cold. I woke with the taste of metal in my mouth. The air in the room was thick. It smelled of damp wool and old paper. I was in the study. The fire had died. The embers glowed like dying eyes. "Another one?" The voice came from the shadows. It was low....

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