The Distant Legend

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The rain hits the cobblestones. It is a cold, gray drizzle. It soaks through your tunic. It soaks through your skin. You stand in the square. You are still. Your sword is at your hip. It is clean. It is dry. You are a soldier. You are the law. "Stop," you say. Your voice is low. It cuts through the noise of the market. The crowd parts. People look away. They do not want to see this. They are...

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