The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 10:02:53 -

The rain did not fall in the village of Oakhaven; it seeped. It rose from the black mud of the lowlands and clung to the stone walls of the cottages like a wet shroud. Elias Thorne sat by the window of his cottage, his fingers tracing the edge of a small, obsidian stone that lay on the table before him. The stone was smooth, worn by years of turning over in his palm, its surface dark and...

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