The Distant Summer

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The rain had stopped. The air hung heavy and still. It smelled of wet stone. It smelled of rot. Elara stood at the window. The glass was cold. Her breath fogged the pane. She watched the garden. The weeds were tall. They reached up like hands. They grasped at the sky. The sky was gray. The sky was endless. She turned away. Her bones ached. A deep, dull ache. It lived in her marrow. It had lived...

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