The Distant Summer

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The mirror in the antechamber was not a glass but a sheet of polished obsidian, framed in tarnished silver that had long since lost its luster. Elias stood before it, adjusting the collar of his uniform, a garment of stiff, charcoal wool that smelled of lavender water and old paper. The fabric was heavy, a physical weight against his shoulders that he welcomed. It anchored him. Outside, the...

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