The Distant Summer

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The bone snapped with a sound like a dry twig under a boot, a sharp, wet crack that echoed in the hollow of his chest. Elias Vane held the shard in his left hand, the fragment of his own radius jutting through the skin of his forearm, slick with red and trembling in the cold air. He did not scream. He could not scream. The pain was a white heat that burned away the fog of the courtyard, the...

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