The Distant Legend

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The invoice for the winter coal sat on the metal desk, the ink smudged where my thumb had rubbed it. Forty-two pounds. I signed it, the pen scratching against the paper, the sound too loud in the empty tower. Outside, the wind stripped the bare branches of the blackwood trees, a dry, rattling percussion that seemed to vibrate in the stone walls. I was thirty-two years old, and I had not seen my...

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