The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, barred windows of the detention cell with a rhythmic, insistent violence that seemed to synchronize with the throbbing in my temples. I sat on the edge of the concrete bunk, the metal frame cold through the thin fabric of my uniform trousers. The room was small, a cube of gray stone and stale air, smelling of wet wool and the...
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