The Distant Summer

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The morning air tasted of iron and wet ash, a flavor that had settled into your teeth before you even opened your eyes. You lay in the straw, listening to the distant chime of the clock tower, its sound less like time passing and more like a bone breaking. This was the third day of your exile from the city, the third day since you had been cast out of the high halls where power hummed like a...

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