The Distant Summer
The rain had not ceased for nine days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the tower, a sound that had long since ceased to be merely auditory and had become a physical weight pressing against Elias’s skull. He sat in the center of the circular chamber, the floor stones cold and damp beneath his knees, watching the water seep through the mortar in thin, dark veins....
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