The Distant Summer

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The road was not a path but a scar, a jagged line of grey stone and packed earth that cut through the high, wind-scoured moors of the northern border, where the air tasted of iron and ancient rain. Marcus, the last of the Kingsguard, walked with a limp that had become as permanent as his name, his armor heavy with the dust of three days’ march, the metal plates clinking against each other with...

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