The Distant Summer

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The air in the valley of Oakhaven hung thick with the scent of crushed pine needles and old blood, a perfume that clung to the tongue like a secret kept too long. It was the night of the Midsummer Feast, a celebration that had been held for as long as the stones of the village had stood, yet this year the lanterns flickered with an unnatural, dying light. The tables were laid with silvery...

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