The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 14:20:20 -

The iron gate groans against the frost, a sound like a man clearing his throat before delivering a sentence that has already been written in stone, and you stand there in the courtyard of the keep, the morning mist clinging to the wool of your tunic so thickly that you feel less like a soldier and more like a ghost haunting the very walls that hold you, watching the wisteria vines that climb...

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