The Distant Summer

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The dream was always the same: a room of black glass, and in the center, a mirror shattering from the inside out. Elias Thorne woke with the sound of splintering stone still ringing in his ears, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He lay in the narrow cot in the archives, the damp stone of the palace walls breathing cold air into his lungs, and reached for the object that...

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