The Distant Summer

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The seal on the writ was cold, a disk of black wax that felt less like paper and more like a stone pressed against my tunic, a weight that settled into the hollow of my chest as I stood in the corridor of the Old Keep. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a man who has spent half his life polishing the rust off the Crown’s armor, and I found the document tucked into my belt by a hand I did...

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