The Distant Legend
The ink is dry, but the words are wet. You know this. You have always known this, though you have tried to wash the knowledge from your hands with soap and scrub, scrub, scrub until your skin turned red and raw. It does not leave. The letters on the page are not just symbols. They are wounds. And you hold the book in your lap, your knees drawn up, your fingers tracing the spines of the...
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