The Distant Summer

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The mist clung to the valley floor of the Scottish Highlands like a wet shroud, refusing to lift even as the sun began its pale, hesitant ascent. Elara stood at the edge of the heath, her breath visible in the biting air, her hand resting instinctively against the sharp ridge of her jaw. That was where the pain lived, a constant, throbbing reminder of the curse that had taken hold of her family...

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