The Distant Summer

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The rain against the stone was a constant, rhythmic drumming, a sound that had beaten in your ears since you were old enough to walk. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and cold ash. Around you, the other children huddled in the shadows, their faces pale and hollowed by hunger and fear. You were the youngest, barely ten, and you knew that the...

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