The Distant Legend

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The road was red with clay and the air tasted of iron. Thomas rode north, his horse a dull, sweating beast that knew the weight of its rider. He did not look back. The village of Oakhaven lay behind him, shrouded in a grey mist that seemed to swallow the smoke from the chimneys. He carried a letter in his tunic, sealed with black wax. It was a command from the King. It was a death sentence for...

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