The Distant Legend

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The rain had been falling on the keep of Blackwood Manor for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone and the sky. Inside the great hall, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood by the hearth, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the flames eat the oak logs. He was a man of few...

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