The Distant Summer

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2026-08-22 16:44:05 -

The parchment was burning in my dream, curling into black ash that smelled of sulfur and old blood. I woke with my hands shaking so violently I could not grip the edge of the desk. The scriptorium was cold, the winter light failing fast outside the high, narrow windows. I am Elias, twenty-four, and I want to finish the King’s chronicle by the winter solstice. It is the only way to secure my...

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