The Distant Legend

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2026-08-20 07:10:19 -

The rain was not falling so much as it was being hammered into the cobblestones of Millhaven by a sky that had forgotten the distinction between grey and black, a deluge that smelled of wet iron and the rotting timber of the old mill, where you stood with your back against the cold brick, your hands trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had grown...

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