The Distant Summer

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The owl had been dead for three days, yet it still watched the courtyard from the gable’s edge, its feathers ruffled by the damp wind that crept through the stone walls of the Keep. Sir Aldric stood before the gate, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier each year, not with metal, but with the weight of time itself. The stone was cold under his gauntlets. The air smelled of...

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