The Distant Summer

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, as Elias Thorne rode his horse up the muddy track toward the keep. He was thirty-two, a man carved from the same granite as the structure ahead, his face set in a line of grim determination. He had ridden for three days from the southern border, driven by the weight of a letter he had received only a week prior. His father, old Silas, was dead, and...

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