The Distant Legend
The first crack appeared on the back of your left hand, a hairline fracture in the skin that ran from the knuckle of your index finger to the wrist, revealing the white, porcelain-like bone beneath. You were standing in the corridor of the Ministry of Internal Order, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, when the pain hit you, sharp and sudden, like a wire snapping under tension....
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