The Distant Legend
The oak tree in the backyard did not move, though the wind tore at its branches with a violence that suggested the world was being unmade. It stood there, a silent sentinel of wood and leaf, enduring the storm with a stillness that felt almost deliberate. Inside the house, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool, a smell that had permeated the walls of the estate for...
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