The Distant Legend

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The fire did not start with a spark. It started with a breath. Elara sat in the center of the stone room, her knees drawn to her chest. The air was thick, tasting of ash and old iron. Around her, the walls wept condensation, cold and slick. She was seven. She was also the last thing standing between the village and the dark. "Tell them again," said Kael. He stood by the heavy oak door. His face...

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