The Distant Summer

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2026-08-21 22:38:21 -

The blade is in your hand, and the weight of it is a cold, familiar thing, like the handle of a shovel you have used for forty years. You are standing in the center of the great hall, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old wood, and across from you stands a man who looks as if he has been carved from the same grey marble as the pillars that hold up the roof. His name is Silas Thorne,...

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