The Distant Summer

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The mud on the boots of the King’s Guard was not merely dirt; it was the compressed history of the valley, a dark, sucking weight that seemed to pull the soul down into the earth. I stood at the edge of the treeline, the rain falling in steady, cold sheets that turned the air into a gray mist. My hand rested on the hilt of my sword, not in threat, but in a habitual grip, a tether to my identity...

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