The Distant Summer

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The scent of roasted cumin and charred onions hung in the air like a heavy, golden shroud, suffocating the cold stone of the undercroft where Thomas Alderstone lay bound to the iron chair. It was a smell he had come to associate with peace, with the slow, rhythmic turning of the city’s gears, with the warmth of a hearth that did not judge the hands that stoked its fire. He had been a baker’s...

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