The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 13:11:42 -

The tower stood at the edge of the city, a white tooth jutting into the gray sky. It did not blink. It did not breathe. It simply was. I was twelve years old and my hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Or maybe pride. It is hard to tell them apart at that age. We were summoned to the High Spire every summer. Not for play. For judgment. The city of Oakhaven was built on layers of stone and...

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