The Distant Legend

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the stone streets of Oakhaven into slick, reflective mirrors of the sky above. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old incense, holding the fragment of the stained glass window in my gloved hands. It was a shard of cobalt blue, no larger than a child’s palm, yet it...

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