The Distant Legend

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The letter was stained with mud. Not the clean, white paper of the chancery, but a rough, brown slip that smelled of damp earth and old iron. It lay on the table before me. I had worn it down. My fingers had rubbed the edges until they were soft as cloth. I held it like a talisman. Like a bone. "Show me," said Kael. He stood in the doorway. His armor clinked. It was a sharp, ugly sound in the...

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