The Distant Summer

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The air in the subterranean chamber of the old abbey was thick with the scent of damp stone and decaying vellum, a smell that Elara Vance had come to associate with the taste of iron on her tongue. She sat before the great table of black oak, her fingers trembling not from cold, but from the violent, rhythmic thrumming of the glass vessel resting before her. The object was a simple thing, a...

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