The Distant Legend

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I The estuary at dusk was a grey wash of wading birds, their legs thin as needles against the mud, while the fortress colony churned with the low hum of industry and the sharp, metallic taste of salt in the air. I stood at the edge of the pier, my left hand wrapped in a bandage that had long since turned brown, watching the light fail as the school bell tolled for the last time. The bus had...

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