The Distant Summer

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The glass chandelier hung low in the throne room, a heavy constellation of crystal that caught the winter light and broke it into a thousand cold shards. I stood before the High Lord, my hands clasped so tightly at my sides that the knuckles turned white. My name was Elara, though I had not spoken it in years. I was the daughter of the late King, or so the court whispered. I was the anomaly....

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