The Distant Legend

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2026-08-22 16:27:26 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the mud of the border path into a slurry that sucked at my boots with every step, and I stood before the rotting timber of the old mill, my hand resting on the cold iron of my badge, feeling the familiar, sharp sting of the scratch that had begun to appear only when I lied about the history of this place, a wound in...

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