The Distant Summer

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The stone of the abbey did not smell of dust, but of wet iron and old blood, a scent that seemed to seep up through the soles of Elara’s boots and settle in her marrow. She stood alone in the nave, the heavy oak door behind her sealed against the howling wind of the highland moors, while the world outside churned in a twilight that was neither day nor night. It was a place of shadows and...

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