The Distant Legend

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October 14, 1892. The fever has broken, or perhaps it has merely retreated to the walls of my chest to wait, for I still feel the heat radiating from the marrow, a dry, ticking warmth that makes my teeth ache when I try to speak. I woke with the taste of iron and damp earth on my tongue, the taste of the root, that gnarled, blackened thing we call the whisperer, which Mother kept in her pocket...

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