The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old garrison into a slick, treacherous sheet of mud, and I stood in the doorway of the Hall, watching the water run in rivulets down the stone steps, my boots heavy with the day’s silt and the weight of a command I no longer wanted. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and...
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