The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 10:50:33 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower ward into a slurry of mud and old blood, and in the high tower of the Blackspire, where the air smelled of damp wool and the slow, sweet rot of dried herbs, Elias sat alone with a quill that had long since run dry, staring at the blank parchment before him as if it were a mirror...

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