The Distant Legend

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the watchtower, a relentless, metallic ticking that synchronized with the beating of my heart. I stood by the window, looking out over the gray expanse of the valley, where the mist clung to the tree line like a shroud. My father, Thomas, had been gone for a week. His funeral had been a quiet affair, attended only by...

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