The Distant Legend

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray sheet of static. I stood in the courtyard. The stone was slick. Cold. I adjusted my cuff. The leather was cracked. Old. I had polished it for three days. My hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. Or perhaps from the weight. The weight of the thing I wore. The uniform. The insignia. It was not just cloth. It was a skin. A second skin. I felt it tight...

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