The Distant Summer

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2026-08-21 18:18:39 -

The rain had not touched the earth in forty days. It hung in the air as a fine, grey mist, a shroud that clung to the stone walls of the manor and settled into the pores of your skin. You were the Warden, a title that felt less like a rank and more like a sentence. Your hands, roughened by the grip of the mace and the handling of ledgers, rested on the cold iron railing of the gallery. Below...

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