The Distant Legend

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The road was white. Not snow. Salt. Elias walked. His boots crunched. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. He had been walking for three days. Or maybe four. Time was slippery here. It pooled in the hollows of the landscape. It evaporated on the ridges. He was an immigrant. That is what he was. A man who carried a country in his mouth and a hunger in his belly. He had left the old world because...

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