The Distant Legend

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The air tasted of copper and wet ash. I stood at the edge of the ridge. The wind was a physical thing. It pushed against my chest. It pushed against my face. It wanted to tear me away. I did not move. I held the rope. My fingers bled. The blood mixed with the dust. It ran down my arm. It dripped onto the scree. Below us, the valley was a mouth. It was open. It was hungry. The smoke rose in a...

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