The Distant Legend

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The dream was always the same. I was standing in a field of dry grass. The sky was a bruised purple, heavy with a storm that refused to break. In the center of the field stood a man. He wore my uniform. He had my face. But his eyes were empty, hollowed out like the inside of a tin can. He did not move. He did not blink. He just stood there, waiting for me to acknowledge him. I woke up with my...

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