The Distant Legend

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2026-08-21 09:41:59 -

The rain hits the slate roof. It sounds like knuckles rapping on a table. You sit by the window. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs it. You wipe it away. A circle of clear. Outside, the world is gray. The trees are bare. They stand like old men with their hands in their pockets. You watch them. You always watch them. They are the only thing that stays. "Stop staring." The voice is low. It...

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