The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of the royal courtyard into black mirrors, reflecting the grey sky and the jagged spires of the palace above. Elias stood in the center of the stone circle, his sword point resting on the wet ground. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders, but his posture was curved, like a willow tree bent by a long wind. His armor, once...
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