The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 06:25:50 -

You dream of the ink. It is not black, but a deep, arterial red that seeps into the pores of your skin, staining the knuckles, the eyebrows, the very hair of your scalp. You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth, the phantom weight of a quill in your right hand, and the absolute certainty that you have signed a contract you do not remember reading. You are Thomas Ashworth, a man of...

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