The Distant Summer

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The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a rhythmic grinding that echoed in the hollow of my chest. I held the leather satchel tight against my knee. Inside lay the codex. The ink was dry, but the words felt wet, alive, pulsing with a heat that defied the chill of the morning air. We were ascending the mountain. The path was steep, carved into the living rock by hands that had long...

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