The Distant Summer

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The iron key was cold against my palm, a weight that felt less like metal and more like a condensed fragment of the winter we had left behind, and I held it tight in the gloom of the corridor where the shadows seemed to breathe with the slow, rhythmic expansion of the ancient stone, my breath misting in the air that tasted of damp earth and forgotten centuries, while the echo of my own...

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