The Distant Legend
The coffee was cold. It had been cold for an hour. I held the mug in both hands, feeling the ceramic chill seep into my palms. The liquid inside was a dark, stagnant pool. A film of oil sat on the surface. I did not drink it. I watched the film ripple. I am a man who has worn many coats. Uniforms, mostly. Wool and cotton. Heavy fabrics that smell of sweat and gun oil. I have been a shield. A...
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