The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall; it hung. It suspended itself in the air like a curtain of cold silver, blurring the edges of the world. Cael stood at the center of the clearing, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and iron. He was a warrior, though he had not held a sword in three years. The steel was gone. The blood was gone. All that remained was the weight of the silence. Across the...

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