The Distant Summer

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The blackened petal lay on the ledger, a dry, brittle thing that crumbled into grey dust when I touched it with my thumb. It was the first of the season, though it was not yet October, and the air in the kitchen was already damp with the chill that settles into the stones of Blackwood Manor in late summer. I am Elara, thirty years old, and I have served here for four years, keeping the accounts...

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