The Distant Summer

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Elara. The name hangs in the air of the scriptorium, sharp as a snapped twig. You do not look up from the parchment. You are forty-two, and the ink is wet, and your hands are shaking. You press the nib against the vellum, steadying the tremor with the weight of your thumb, but the line wavers. It is a small flaw, a microscopic fracture in the perfection of the *Codex Aeterna*. You want to...

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