The Distant Summer

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The rain hit the slate roof in a steady, cold rhythm. Inside the keep of Ashworth Manor, the air smelled of damp wool and old iron. Silas stood by the hearth, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword. The blade was a familiar weight, a silent companion that had never judged him. He watched the embers die. They flickered like dying stars, then went black. Captain Harlow entered. He did not...

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