The Distant Summer

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Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The dream was gone. Only the cold remained. It sat in his bones like a second skin. He lay in the straw. It smelled of damp and rot. Outside, the rain hammered the thatch. A steady, relentless drumming. He sat up. His joints popped. Old wounds. They always ached before a storm. Thomas stood by the fire. The boy was thin. Too thin. His eyes were...

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