The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 07:13:35 -

"You are late." The voice was not a sound. It was a pressure in the air, a sudden drop in barometric weight that pressed against Thomas’s eardrums. He stood in the center of the cold stone hall, the torchlight flickering and dying in the draft. The air smelled of wet ash and old blood. He looked up. The figure in the corner was not a man, but a shape of shadow, a void that the light refused to...

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