The Distant Summer
The sky above the city of Aethelgard did not break; it shed. It poured down in thick, viscous sheets of violet rain that smelled of ozone and crushed lilies, a deluge that washed the streets clean of their grime and their people alike. Elias stood on the balcony of his high-rise apartment, watching the water cascade over the glass railing, and felt the first tremor of the curse settle into his...
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