The Distant Summer
The carriage wheels bit into the gravel of the high road with a rhythmic, grinding screech that seemed to tear at the silence of the afternoon, carrying Thomas Ashworth and his younger sister, Elara, away from the crumbling stone of their ancestral home and toward the village of Oakhaven, a place where the air smelled perpetually of damp earth and rotting apples. They were traveling light,...
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