The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and rotting straw. Elara sat on the damp stone steps of the barn, her hands wrapped around a chipped clay pot. Inside the pot, a single stalk of white lily had been growing, thick and strong, its petals unfolding with a slow, deliberate grace. It was the only thing in the valley that had not yet...

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