The Distant Legend
The road was not merely a path of dirt and stone but a vein of the earth itself, pulsing with a dark, viscous life that the rain had swollen to its breaking point, and Thomas Bradshaw walked upon it with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who had long since ceased to believe in the distinction between the physical world and the fever dream that the world had become, his boots sinking into the...
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