The Distant Legend

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The iron bar in my hand was heavy, cold, and real, a stark contrast to the slick, polished floor of the execution chamber where I stood facing the empty space where the condemned man should have been. It was a Tuesday, gray and raining, the kind of weather that made the old brick walls of the penitentiary sweat and the air smell of damp stone and old rust. I was the Head Warden, a title that...

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