The Distant Summer

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The road to the Abbey was a ribbon of grey mud, slick with the rain that had not stopped for three days. Thomas Vane walked it with a rhythm that was less a gait than a prayer, his feet striking the earth with a dull, persistent thud. On his back, bound tight against his spine with leather straps, lay the object of his pilgrimage: a coat. It was not a garment of wool or linen, but of a heavy,...

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