The Distant Legend

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The ink was wet on the parchment, a dark, viscous stain that smelled of iron and old blood, spreading slowly across the heavy vellum like a bruise forming on skin. Elara stood alone in the high window seat of the manor, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered above the page, refusing to touch the quill that lay beside it. The fire in the hearth had burned down to a bed of pale, sizzling...

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