The Distant Legend

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The rot in your left hand does not begin with pain, but with a whisper that tastes like copper and old dust. You are Elias, thirty-four years old, a border constable on the northern ridge where the heath meets the mist, and you want only to keep your post until the winter freeze so that you might pay off the debt your brother left behind before the creditors come to break your legs. The...

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