The Distant Summer
The morning the city of Aurelia woke not to the cry of gulls but to the silent, crushing weight of a decree that had no sound, no scent, and no mercy, Elara Vane stood at the window of her tower, watching the mist roll off the river like the breath of a dying god, and she knew, with a certainty that felt less like knowledge and more like a physical fracture in her chest, that the life she had...
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