The Distant Legend

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The flour was already gone by the time the sun touched the ridge. Elias stood in the center of his wagon, the wooden walls creaking a low, mournful note against the wind that swept down from the highlands. It was a dry wind, carrying the taste of dust and dried sage, and it settled into the creases of his face, grinding into the skin like sand. He had been traveling for three days, or perhaps...

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