The Distant Legend

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The wool is thin. You can see the gray light through the weave. It was heavy once. Now it drapes like a wet skin. You pull it tighter around your shoulders. The cold in the cellar is not just temperature. It is a presence. It presses against your ribs. You are alone. The door is barred from the inside. You have barred it yourself. Your hands shake. You stop them. You breathe. The air smells of...

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