The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the world until the prison walls and the iron bars became indistinguishable from the fog itself. Elias sat on the edge of his cot, his hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles turned the color of old bone, listening to the rhythmic, wet hiss of the storm against the high, barred...

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