The Distant Legend

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The mud was thick. It sucked at their boots. Margaret ran. Her lungs burned. The air tasted of iron and rain. Behind her, the gates were closing. She was not a soldier. She was a maid. She wore a ragged dress. Her hair was wet. It stuck to her face. She ran for the wall. Thomas was beside her. He was old. He held a spear. He was breathing hard. His face was gray. He looked at her. He did not...

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