The Distant Legend

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The rain hits the thatch with a rhythmic, bone-deep thud. You stand in the doorway of the cottage, watching the mud swirl into dark, churning pools. The air smells of wet wool and old smoke. Inside, the fire is dying. You pick up the iron poker. It is heavy. It is cold. You do not light the fire. You do not warm yourself. You are waiting. Your wife, Elara, is in the chair by the cold hearth....

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