The Distant Summer

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when Clara found it. A single drop, black as a pupil, had fallen onto the parchment of the city charter. It was not an accident. The drop had been placed there with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel, marking the date of her appointment. She stared at the smear, that tiny, dark wound in the paper. It looked like a tear in the fabric of the world. Around...

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