The Distant Summer

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The dream was always the same, a thick, viscous dark that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat with the sweet, cloying taste of burnt sugar. He would sit at a table in a room made of peat and bone, his sister Mara’s face blurred by a haze of grey steam, holding out a silver spoon filled with black tar. It looked like oil, but when it hit his tongue, it tasted like the honeycomb from their...

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