The Distant Summer

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The dream is always the same, though the details blur like wet ink on parchment. You are standing in the courtyard of Blackwood Manor, the stone cold and slick under your boots. It is night, but the sky is a bruised purple, swollen with a moon that does not cast shadows. In your hands, you hold the sword. Not a weapon, exactly, but an extension of your arm, a bone of steel that pulses with a...

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