The Distant Legend

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The ink is wet, Julian, and it is bleeding into the paper like a bruise that refuses to heal, and I do not know if I am writing a history or a confession, but the light is failing and the damp is rising from the floorboards, and I need you to tell me the truth about the last winter before we bury the house. I am sitting in the attic, the room that smells of mildew and old varnish, the air so...

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