The Distant Legend

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2026-08-22 00:19:46 -

The rain on the heather smells of iron and old blood, a scent that has seeped so deeply into your lungs that you can taste the rust on your tongue even when you close your eyes. You are walking. You have been walking for three days, or perhaps it is only an hour, for time in this place does not move in a straight line but circles like a hawk waiting for a field mouse to emerge from the grass....

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