The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 20:42:09 -

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect in a place so long untouched by the sun, but of dried lavender and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, persistent and strange, like the memory of a meal eaten in a dream. Here, in the highest tower of the castle, where the stone walls wept with the damp of...

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