The Distant Summer

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The rain had a way of finding the seams of my armor. It was a fine, persistent drizzle that didn't wash things clean but rather settled into the fabric of the world, making the air feel heavy and thick, like wet wool pressed against the skin. I stood on the ridge above the valley, the cold seeping through the soles of my boots, and watched the mist roll off the water below. It was a strange...

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