The Distant Legend

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The feast was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of containment, a heavy, suffocating blanket of roasted pork and dark ale that covered the village square like a shroud, masking the stench of the plague that had been creeping through the thatched roofs of Oakhaven for three weeks. Margaret stood at the edge of the long table, her hands trembling not from the cold, which was a sharp, biting...

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