The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 15:54:23 -

The bellows of the cathedral exhale, a long, cold gasp that stirs the dust motes into a swirling galaxy of gold and grey. You are not here to pray. You are here to break something. The air tastes of incense and old iron, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat, reminding you of the blood you left behind in the mud of the valley. You stand before the altar, your hand resting on the...

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