The Distant Legend

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2026-08-21 20:57:41 -

The hall smelled of roasted pork and stale beer. It smelled of the past. I stood by the punch bowl, watching the ice cubes clatter. They sounded like bones breaking. My wife, Elise, danced with a man whose name I had already forgotten. He was young. His smile was wide. It was a empty thing. I felt a coldness in my chest. Not fear. Just the absence of heat. I was a man from nowhere. Or so they...

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