The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 15:12:00 -

The air tasted of copper and old rain. We stood in the Hall of Echoes, a place that did not exist on any map, yet felt more real than the brick houses of our waking lives. It was a summer that never ended. The light was thick, amber, and still. "Look at it," said Elias. His voice was low, a rumble in the throat. "The moth." It sat on the velvet cushion before the throne. Its wings were once...

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