The Distant Legend

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The rain fell. It did not fall. It existed. A gray curtain. Thick. Heavy. Marek stood in the mud. His boots sank. Inch by inch. The cold bit his toes. He pulled the leather strap tight. The smell of wet wool. The smell of iron. He breathed in. He breathed out. The forest was silent. No birds. No wind in the high branches. Only the drip. Drip. Drip. From the oak above. It hit his shoulder. Cold....

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