The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 18:05:56 -

The hall smelled of beeswax and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron. It was a feast not of food, but of silence, a banquet of held breath where the air hung heavy with the weight of unspoken judgments. Silas Vane stood at the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the rigid spine of his own skin. He was a man of few words, a craftsman of the invisible, a binder of books...

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