The Distant Summer

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The rain falls on the stone roof of the keep. It is a heavy, cold rain. It smells of wet iron and old blood. You stand by the window. The glass is thick and warped. It bends the light of the dying day. You are the Warden. You hold the seal. The seal is a ring of black iron. It sits on your left hand. It is cold. It is heavy. It burns. The village below is silent. The thatched roofs are dark....

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