The Distant Summer

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The ink is black, but to you, it is a bruise. You hold the quill with a grip that has lost its nerve, the feather trembling against the vellum as if the wind had found its way into the room. Lord Ashworth stands behind you, his shadow a long, thin blade cutting across the desk. He does not touch you, but his presence is a physical weight, pressing the breath from your lungs. You are Elara,...

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