The Distant Legend
The wind did not howl; it scraped, a dry, abrasive sound against the granite ridge that felt less like weather and more like a physical assault on the skin. I stood there, my boots digging into the frozen mud, watching the taillights of Miller’s SUV shrink into the grey dawn until they were just two red pinpricks, and then nothing at all. He had not looked back, not once, which was the most...
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