The Distant Summer

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I woke with the taste of copper and wet earth in my mouth, the dream still clinging to my eyelids like a spiderweb. In the vision, I was not in the stone barracks of the Abbey, but in a field of tall, pale grass that whispered against my skin. The grass was eternal, it did not wither, it did not bend, it simply existed, indifferent to the sun that beat down on us. I had been searching for it,...

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