The Distant Legend

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The iron gate rattled against the stone, a sound like a dying man’s cough. You stood in the courtyard of the Citadel, the mud slick under your boots, the smell of wet wool and old blood hanging thick in the air. They were beating you. Not with fists, but with words, with the cold, precise language of the Law. You had held the bottle. Just the bottle. And for that, they had stripped you of your...

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