The Distant Legend
The light was wrong. It came through the slats of the shutter, cutting the room into thin, dusty ribbons. Elias stood in the center of them. He held the rifle. The wood was cold against his palm. The metal was colder. He checked the bolt. It clicked. A small, dry sound. It was the only sound in the world. The room was a cellar. Or a basement. It didn't matter. The walls were concrete. Gray....
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