The Distant Summer

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The road was red clay, packed hard by the wheels of a hundred carts. Thomas walked it alone. The sun was high. It burned the back of his neck. He wore the grey coat of the King’s Guard. It was too thick. The heat pressed against his skin like a hand. He carried his sword. It was heavy. He did not draw it. He did not need to. Fear was enough. Fear lived in the eyes of the villagers as he passed....

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