The Distant Legend
The rain on the roof of the old manor was a constant, rhythmic drumming that seemed to measure out the seconds of your life in heavy, wet beads, and as you stood by the tall, leaded window watching the mist cling to the elms outside, you felt a profound and aching distance from the world that had once been your home, a distance that was not physical but spiritual, a chasm that had opened up in...
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