The Distant Legend
The ink on the page was still wet, a dark smear that refused to dry, and I wiped it with my thumb, leaving a streak of black across the pale skin of my hand as I stared at the shifting glyphs of the Distant Legend. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days having blurred into a gray slurry in the damp, rain-slicked city where I had spent the last six years trying to rebuild a life that...
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