The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 07:34:30 -

The mist did not rise so much as it exhaled, a thick, wet blanket of grey that swallowed the spires of the Old City and left only the low-lying streets visible, a labyrinth of cobblestones slick with the sweat of the earth. Marcus Thorne stood on the corner of Weaver’s Lane, his breath hanging in the air like a ghost refusing to leave the body, watching the fog churn around his boots with a...

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