The Distant Summer

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The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering against the slate roof of the estate house, a rhythm that had beaten in Thomas Ashworth’s temples for three years, ever since the day the High Command had sent him north with orders that smelled of old paper and dried blood, orders that demanded he secure the ancestral vault beneath the manor where his grandfather’s bones were said to rest, not...

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