The Distant Legend

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Act I I remember the smell of the wool before I saw the man. It was a wet, animal scent, like a dog that had rolled in river mud, and it sat heavy in the air of the roadhouse where I kept my cutting table. The damp had gotten into the plaster again, a physical fact of this season, turning the walls into a soft, gray sponge that wept into the foundation. I was Amélie Thibodeaux, the cook who had...

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