The Distant Legend

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The dream always begins with the heat. It is not the dry, crisp heat of a summer afternoon, but a wet, suffocating pressure that sits on your chest, heavy as wet wool. In the dream, the iron foundry in the center of Oakhaven is not a building; it is a beast, a vast, breathing thing of rust and soot, its smokestacks rising like ribs that expand and contract with a slow, terrible rhythm. You...

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