The Distant Legend
The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking through Mara’s thin jacket until the fabric clung to her ribs like a second skin. She stood on the muddy trail of the ridge, her left hand throbbing with a phantom ache that mirrored the missing limb of her dead sister, Elise. It was a pain that defied logic, a shared physical memory that burned in the empty space of her wrist, exactly where...
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