The Distant Legend

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The ink dried. The paper curled. I watched the words settle into the fiber like dust in a dead room. This was the final entry. The journal was my body. I was the journal. I am an exile. I have always been an exile. The road stretches before me. It is long. It is gray. The sky is low. It presses down. I walk. My legs ache. The pain is a constant companion. It knows my name. It does not ask...

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