The Distant Summer

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The feast was a cacophony of clinking silver and the low, rhythmic thrum of lutes that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bone. In the grand hall of the city, under the high vaulted ceilings where the air hung thick with the scent of roasting lamb and rosewater, Elias sat alone at the edge of the table. He was a man of hands, a tinker of small, broken things, and his fingers were stained...

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