The Distant Legend
Elias woke with the taste of ash in his mouth. It was a familiar flavor, dry and gritty, coating the tongue like old dust. He lay still for a moment, listening to the rain hammer against the thatch of his roof. The water leaked in a steady, rhythmic drip. Plip. Plip. Plip. It sounded like a clock counting down to nothing. He sat up. The cold bit into his bones. He pulled the thin wool blanket...
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