The Distant Legend

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The cellar smells of wet stone and rotting apples. You are standing in the dark, your fingers trembling against the cold iron of the grate. Above you, the banquet hall roars with the clatter of silver and the low, thick hum of power. You are a scholar of botany, or so they say. A man of books. A man who knows the difference between a lily and a lotus. But here, in the damp throat of the house,...

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