The Distant Legend

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Act I I remember the sleet hitting the stone face of the Burren, a fine, stinging mist that turned the path to the court into a treacherous slick of mud and broken ice. I was thirty-two, a warden in a place that felt less like a prison and more like a loom where we wove order out of chaos, and I wanted nothing more than a transfer to the coast by month’s end. Halloway had blocked the request,...

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