The Distant Legend

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The cellar was damp, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and decay, and Elara sat on a crate, her fingers trembling as she tried to fit a tiny, chipped piece of porcelain onto the doll’s cheek. It was the solstice in three days, and Julian had always said that if the doll was whole by then, his spirit would stay anchored, that the break in the clay was a break in the world that needed...

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