The Distant Summer

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The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect in a place that had not seen the sun in three hundred years, but rather of ozone, crushed lavender, and the metallic tang of old blood that had dried into the floorboards long before the current century had drawn its first breath. Elara stood at the center of the circular chamber, her feet bare against the cold...

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