The Distant Legend

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2026-08-20 10:36:21 -

The boundary of the world was not a line drawn in ink or stone, but a shifting membrane of fog that breathed against Margot’s skin, a cold and persistent exhale that smelled of wet wool and ancient, decomposing lilies, and it was into this grey, suffocating twilight that she stepped, leaving behind the only thing that had ever felt like a solid floor, the memory of her mother’s hand on her...

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