The Distant Legend

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I woke before the sun. The room was cold. I was cold. The blanket felt thin. I pulled it tighter. It did not help. The air in the cabin was stale. It smelled of old wood and damp wool. I sat up. My joints ached. They always ached now. The pain was a constant guest. It never left. I dressed slowly. The uniform hung loose on my frame. It used to fit. Now it was a ghost of a thing. I buttoned it...

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