The Distant Legend

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The bus arrived at the depot as the rain began to fall. It was a grey, relentless drizzle that turned the tarmac into a mirror for the yellow sodium lights. Tom stepped off. He was twelve. He carried a duffel bag. It was heavy with his life. He looked up at the building. The Youth Center. It was a concrete block. Brutalist. Ugly. It stood against the sky like a tombstone. The windows were...

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