The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 01:26:28 -

The rain had stopped, but the mist remained, clinging to the stone walls of the keep like wet wool. Thomas stood in the courtyard, his back to the gate. He was old now. His knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that spoke of years spent on horseback and on foot, carrying weight that was not his own. He was the Captain of the Guard. A title that had once meant power. Now it meant duty. And...

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