The Distant Legend
The rain hammered the roof of the van. It was a flat, gray sheet of water that turned the world into a blur. Elias drove. His hands were white knuckles on the steering wheel. The radio clicked off. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He smelled wet wool and old sweat. It was the smell of the road. He was a sergeant. Or he had been. Now he was just a man in a uniform that no...
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