The Distant Summer
The road to Oakhaven was a ribbon of red clay, slick with the rain that had fallen all week. Elias walked it with his left leg dragging, the weight of his sword heavier than the memory of the battle it had seen. He was a man of the Crown’s guard, or he had been. Now he was simply a man walking toward a village that smelled of wet pine and old fear. The air was thin here, high in the mountains,...
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