The Distant Summer

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The glass was thin as a whisper. It sat on the obsidian table, catching the dim light of the royal study. It was a simple thing, a tumbler, unadorned, yet it held the weight of the court. Silas held it in his left hand. His fingers were long, pale, and slightly translucent. He was not a man, not exactly. He was a shade, a remnant of a summer that had passed a hundred years ago. The King,...

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