The Distant Summer
The departure was not a shout, but a sigh that stretched across the valley floor, carrying with it the scent of wet stone and impending rain. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his uniform immaculate, a stark white sheet against the bruised purple sky of the other side. He looked at the man who had been his shadow for three years, his anchor, his ruin. Arthur did not look...
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