The Distant Legend
"You still wear it?" The voice was soft, almost apologetic, drifting across the small, cluttered living room where the afternoon light had already begun to fade into the bruised purple of early evening. I looked up from the table, where my hands were resting flat against the cold wood, my fingers twitching slightly as if trying to remember the shape of a key I had lost years ago. I did not look...
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