The Distant Legend
Fourteen hours. That is all the time I had left in the ledger of my mind. I checked the odometer on the truck, the needle trembling slightly in the cold, and looked at the clock on the dashboard. 16:00. The hollow oak stood three miles down the county road, a black thumb against the gray sky. I needed to record Old Man Halloway before the wind hit that tree at dusk. It was a rule I had learned...
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