The Distant Summer

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The old woman stood at the threshold of the Hall of Whispers, her hand resting on the cold iron bar, watching the morning mist coil around the cobblestones of the village square like the ghosts of forgotten prayers, her eyes fixed on the figure of the young apprentice who was being marched away by two silent guards, their leather armor creaking in the damp air, and in that moment, the world...

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