The Distant Summer

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The wind had teeth. They were sharp and cold, biting into the wool of my cloak, pulling at the leather of my satchel. I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down into the grey chasm where the mist swirled like a living thing. My brother, Julian, was gone. He had walked into the fog three days ago. He had not come back. I was the only one left. I was the watchman. The keeper of the gate. The...

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