The Distant Legend

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2026-08-20 19:02:41 -

The hall smelled of roasting goose and damp wool. It was the winter solstice, the time when the village of Oakhaven gathered to honor the old ways. I stood by the hearth, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword. The steel was cold. My breath was hot. The two things did not mix. I was the Keeper of the Boundary. That was the title. It sounded grand enough for a song, but it was just a job. My...

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