The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 07:47:48 -

The hall was warm, though the winter wind howled against the leaded glass. I sat at the high table, my hands folded over a bowl of roasted chestnuts, watching the steam rise in lazy, twisting columns. The air smelled of beeswax, roasting meat, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Around me, the lords of the valley drank and laughed, their faces flushed with wine and the false confidence of men...

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