The Distant Summer

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The mist in Aethelgard did not rise from the ground so much as it condensed from the air, a thick, gray wool that smelled of damp stone and old iron, settling over the city in a silence that felt less like peace and more like held breath. Elias Thorne sat in his cramped office on the fourth floor of the Municipal Archives, the morning light filtering through the grime-covered windowpane to...

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