The Distant Legend

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The iron key was cold in my palm, its teeth worn smooth by years of use, the metal biting into the flesh of my hand as I woke. I sat up in the dark of the patrol cabin, the silence pressing against my eardrums, heavy with the smell of damp wool and stale coffee. For three months, since Clara’s funeral, this dream had come to me with the regularity of a shifting watch. In it, she stood in the...

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