The Distant Legend
The fog rolls in thick. It smells of wet stone and iron. You are walking. You must walk. The path is narrow. It winds up the hill. The air is cold. It bites your skin. You feel the chill in your bones. You are tired. Your legs ache. You keep moving. You cannot stop. There is a house ahead. It stands alone. It is dark. Only one window glows. The light is yellow. It is warm. It looks inviting. It...
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