The Distant Legend

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Thomas Ashworth woke with blood in his mouth. It was not his own. The taste was copper and old dust. He lay on the cold stone floor of the watchtower. The air smelled of damp wool and woodsmoke. His armor was stiff. His joints ached. He tried to move. The pain stopped him. He was a man of forty years. His body was a ruin of small victories and large defeats. The village slept below. Smoke...

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