The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the earth by an invisible, heavy hand, a persistent, grey static that erased the horizon and merged the sky with the bogland in a single, suffocating shade of slate. I stood in the center of the clearing, my blade drawn, the steel singing a low, mournful note in the damp air, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, exhausting...

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