The Distant Legend
The mud of the valley does not care that you are dying, nor does it care that the sky is the color of a bruise, a deep and swollen purple that promises nothing but the cold. You are Elias, forty-two years old, a man who has spent the last decade learning how to kill in the border wars, and now you are pinned in a drainage ditch with your leg shattered by shrapnel, the bone jagged and white...
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