The Distant Legend

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2026-08-20 17:31:10 -

The dream came first. It always did. Caleb stood in a field of silver grass. The wind did not move the blades. They stood rigid, pointing toward a sky the color of bruised plum. In the center of the field rose a tower. It was not made of stone or wood. It was made of light. The light hummed. It was a low, thrumming sound that Caleb felt in his teeth. He knew he had to reach it. He knew he had...

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