The Distant Legend

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The hall smelled of wet wool and stale beer. We were fifty strong. Maybe sixty. The air was thick. It hung low. It pressed against our lungs. We drank from tin cups. We laughed too loud. The laughter was a shield. We hid behind it. I sat in the corner. My back was against the cold brick. The wall was old. The mortar was crumbling. I touched it with my thumb. Rough. gritty. Like skin after a...

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