The Distant Legend

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"The bread is burnt again, Margaret, and I cannot eat it, I simply cannot look at the way it has collapsed in upon itself like a dying lung, so please, for the love of God, throw it away before the smell of carbon and regret permeates the very walls of this house that I am slowly losing control of." Margaret stood by the cold hearth, her hands trembling not from the chill of the late November...

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