The Distant Legend
The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurs the edges of the world until the landscape itself seems to dissolve into a mist of wet stone and dying leaves, and you are walking along the path that cuts through the moor, your boots heavy with mud, your breath a thin white thread in the cold air, carrying the small, iron-bound box that has been your constant...
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