The Distant Legend
Chapter One The bog roads of Mayo stretch out like the cracked knuckles of an old giant, mud sucking at the boots of every man and woman who dares to walk them, while the sawmills in the distance groan with a rhythm that sounds suspiciously like a heartbeat. It is 1848, a year that tastes of iron and rot, and the dust from the cutting machines has settled into the pores of the skin of everyone...
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