The Distant Summer
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world. Inside the high, windowless room, the silence was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums, broken only by the rhythmic, wet slap of a sword tip against the polished stone floor. Elias stood in the center of the circle, his breathing shallow and controlled, his...
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