The Distant Summer

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The rain fell with a persistent, rhythmic hiss against the thatched roof of the waystation, a sound that seemed to drill into the marrow of Elias’s bones as he sat alone in the corner, his hands trembling so violently that he could no longer hold the quill steady over the parchment. He was fifty-two years old, a former monk turned itinerant herbalist, and in his left hand he clutched a single...

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