The Distant Legend

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The letter was on the counter, face down, and the kitchen smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old pennies. Clara wiped her hands on her apron, the fabric stiff with dried starch, and picked up the envelope. It was thick, the kind of paper that felt substantial in the hand, a physical weight that matched the dread settling in her stomach. She knew what it was before she tore it...

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