The Distant Summer

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The wood is fighting you again, Elias. I looked up from the bench, the chisel still buried in the grain of the oak, and watched the Vane patriarch stand by the window. He was not looking at me. He was looking at the air, his head tilted slightly to the left as if listening to a frequency just below the threshold of human hearing. The air in the workshop had grown cold, a specific, dry cold that...

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