The Distant Summer
The carriage wheels bit into the gravel of the estate road, kicking up a cloud of grey dust that hung in the thin autumn air like the ash of a forgotten fire. Elara sat in the back, her hands folded tightly in her lap, the fabric of her glove stretched over knuckles that had gone white from the cold and from the effort of holding herself still. She was traveling to the Court of the High...
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