The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 16:54:20 -

The hall smelled of beeswax and old wool, a scent that had settled into the plaster of the Grand Palace like a second skin. It was a night for feasting, for the kind of loud, gilded excess that required one to forget the weight of one’s own bones. I sat at the long table, my hands folded in my lap, trying to make myself small enough to disappear into the velvet upholstery. The crystal...

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