The Distant Summer

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The dream was not of sleep, but of a weight that did not belong to the body. In the dark, cold air of the dormitory, Elias felt the strap of his cuirass dig into his shoulder, a familiar, jagged pressure that seemed to pulse in time with his own breathing. He was not in his bed. He was standing in the center of the Hall of St. Jude, a place of stone and shadow where the wind howled through...

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