The Distant Legend

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2026-08-20 20:54:33 -

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, gray weight that pressed against the high, narrow windows of the keep. It was the kind of cold that seeped into the bones, the kind that had no name in the modern tongue but lived in the marrow of the old ones. Thomas stood by the barred window, his hand resting on the cold iron. The metal was smooth, worn down by centuries of hands that had...

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