The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 08:54:59 -

The cellar smelled of wet rot and iron. Captain Elias Thorne knelt on the cold stone. His knees ached. He was not old, but he felt the weight of years in his joints. He held a silver spoon. It was tarnished. The handle was bent. He had been holding it for three hours. Above him, the city of Oakhaven burned. Smoke poured from the chimneys of the Grand Hall. It was a thick, black column. It...

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