The Distant Legend

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. We sat at the head of the table. I wore the sash. It was blue. Indigo. Deep as a bruise. My wife, Elara, watched me. Her eyes were wet. She touched my hand. Her fingers were cold. I did not pull away. The sash was heavy. It was not made of silk. It was made of light. Or so they said. It was a relic. A fragment of the Old Law. I had...

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