The Distant Summer
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the manor house and swallowed the sound of the world beyond. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. Elias stood by the window, his hands pressed against the cold glass, watching the mud slide down the garden path where he had walked just moments before....
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