The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 17:25:58 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the Hall, a rhythmic, wet percussion that echoed in the hollows of my chest. I stood before the high, arched window, my reflection a pale ghost superimposed on the grey wash of the storm outside. The glass was cold to the touch, a chill that seeped through my wool gloves. I held the object in my left hand, a small,...

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