The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 05:34:43 -

The rain had ceased to fall from the sky, and began instead to fall from the walls, a slow, weeping condensation that smelled of iron and old wool. I stood at the edge of the High Archive, where the stone floors were worn smooth by centuries of anxious pacing. I was not quite human, though I wore the shape of one with such precision that the mirror often forgot to correct me. My name was Elias,...

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