The Distant Legend

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The dream was of teeth. They were white, but not clean. They were the color of old bone, set in a jaw that opened like a gate. I saw my own hand in the dream. It was shaking. I tried to pull it away, but the dream was heavy. It pressed down on my chest. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. Eleanor was already awake. She sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me. The morning light from...

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