The Distant Legend
The dream was not of death, but of the sound of breaking. It was a sharp, crystalline fracture that echoed through the hollow of Callum’s chest, a noise so loud it drowned out the rain hammering against the tin roof of his temporary shelter. He woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, the taste of copper and old dust lingering on his tongue. In the dim gray...
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