The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 23:25:28 -

The blood on your knuckles is not yours, and this is the first thing you notice, the wet, coppery slickness that contrasts so sharply with the pale, chalky dust of the great hall, and you stand there, chest heaving, breathing in the scent of old stone and spilled wine and the metallic tang of your own fear, while the silence stretches out around you like a held breath, a vast, terrifying void...

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