The Distant Summer
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the earth and the sky, turning the ancient stone walls of the Keep into wet, breathing things that seemed to lean in closer to listen to the silence. Elias Vane stood at the threshold of the granary, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a cold,...
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