The Distant Legend

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The rain did not stop. It hammered against the slate roof, a relentless, grey drumming that shook the bones of the old house. I sat in the high-backed chair. My hands were still. They had always been still, even when the world was breaking. The air smelled of wet wool and stale smoke. On the table before me lay the seal. It was a heavy thing, carved from black stone. The inscription was sharp....

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