The Distant Legend

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The rain fell in thin, gray needles. It pierced the stone roofs of the town. It soaked the cobblestones. The air smelled of wet wool and old iron. This was a place that remembered everything. The stones remembered the feet that had walked them. The air remembered the breath of those long gone. It was a heavy memory. It sat on the shoulders of the living. It weighed them down. Walter lived in a...

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