The Distant Legend

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The soup had a color that defied the light in the room, a deep, bruised violet that seemed to pulse with a life of its own, thick and viscous as wet earth, smelling of iron and crushed roots and the damp, heavy rot of things that had been buried too long to remain dead. I sat at the long oak table, the wood worn smooth by centuries of hands that were no longer there, and I watched the steam...

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