The Distant Summer
The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that erased the distinction between the moor and the sea, turning the world into a blurred watercolor of slate and mud. You stood in the center of the great hall, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the familiar, cold weight of the steel at your hip. It was a weight that had defined your life since you were a boy, a...
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