The Distant Summer

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron. It was a place where light went to die. Elias sat on a crate, his hands wrapped around a clay jar. The jar was cold. He held it tight. Inside, the liquid sloshed. It was not wine. It was not water. It was something thicker. Something that moved with a slow, deliberate pulse. Above them, the banquet continued. The sounds filtered down through the...

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