The Distant Legend

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He woke with the taste of ash in his mouth. It was a dry, gritty flavor. Not the sharp bite of a cigarette. Nor the metallic tang of blood. It was the taste of old paper. Of dust settling on a shelf that had not been opened in years. Miles Vance sat up. The sheet was cold. He was not in his bed. He was in a small room. The walls were yellow. The paint was peeling. A single window let in a gray...

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