The Distant Legend

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In the dream, the air tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Gerald’s throat as he stood in the center of the archive room, surrounded by towers of manila folders that stretched up into a darkness that had no ceiling. He was trying to find a specific date, a Tuesday in November that had slipped from his memory like water through fingers, but the dates on the...

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