The Distant Legend

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2026-08-23 13:16:47 -

The cellar was wet. It smelled of rot and old iron. Elias woke with a gasp, his breath misting in the air so thick it looked like smoke. He was twelve years old, scrawny, his fingers cracked and bleeding from the cold. He lay on the damp straw, staring at the dark corner where the shadows pooled. There it was. The golden eye. It did not blink. It did not move. It simply watched, a point of...

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