The Distant Legend

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I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to be washed away by the stale air of the attic room where I slept. It was the kind of dream that does not fade upon waking, but remains, stubborn and opaque, like a stain on white linen. In the dream, I had been standing in the center of a vast, grey field, and the sky above was not a sky...

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