The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old estate into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the broken sky. We sat in the library, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and decaying paper, while the storm battered the leaded windows with a rhythmic, deafening violence. I watched him. He was not a man who spoke much. He was a man who...
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