The Distant Legend
The rain fell in thick, grey sheets against the slate roof of the tavern, a relentless drumming that seemed to beat time for the chaos unfolding in the central hearth, where a man with the face of a ruined angel swung a hammer with a force that broke the air and shattered the very notion of safety into a thousand jagged shards of light. He was not a king, nor a lord, nor a man of any standing...
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