The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a singular, trembling smear of wet stone and dying grass, and within that damp, breathless silence, Elias Thorne stood before the great oak doors of the manor, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword he had not drawn in years, feeling the cold weight of the steel not as a...

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