The Distant Legend

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You are walking. The cobblestones are wet. They shine like wet teeth. The air is cold. It bites your neck. You do not feel it. You feel the stone. You feel the wear. Your hands are yours. They are the map. They are the territory. They are the war. The city is old. It is gray. It is silent. The shops are closed. The shutters are down. The night is thick. It presses against the glass. You are not...

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