The Distant Summer

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The ink was not merely pigment; it was a living thing, a black vein that pulsed through the center of the parchment like a sleeping heart. Elias Thorne held the quill with a grip so tight his knuckles turned the color of old bone, his breath shallow and shallow, suspended in the amber dust of the study. He was not a man of high station, but a craftsman of words, a merchant of silence who sold...

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