The Distant Summer
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestone street and the wet earth, and in this downpour, Elias Vane stood on the porch of the old library, watching the carriage of his only friend, Julian, disappear into the mist. It was a departure that felt less like a goodbye and more like an amputation, the severing of the limb...
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