The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 04:26:34 -

The stone breathes. I feel it in my teeth. A low, rhythmic shudder. Like a lung filling with cold air. I am here. I am old. The bones ache. Not the sharp pain of youth. The dull, grinding wear of time. My armor is rusted. It sits heavy on my shoulders. Like a shroud. I stand in the Hall of Whispers. It is not a hall. It is a throat. Carved from black granite. The walls pulse. Red veins of light...

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