The Distant Summer

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The silk is cool against your palm, a whisper of green that has not seen the sun in a century, and you know, with the visceral certainty of a bone fracture, that you are about to leave the only world that makes sense. You are standing in the courtyard of the Hall of Whispers, a place that exists only when the fog is thick enough to swallow the stars, and your hands are trembling not from fear,...

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