The Distant Summer

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2026-08-23 07:02:00 -

The frost on the nursery glass did not melt. It deepened, a lacework of white creeping toward the center of the pane while Elara pressed her forehead against the cold wood of the doorframe. Inside, the heat was failing. The hearth, which should have roared with the oak logs the servants stacked that morning, sputtered and died, leaving only the smell of ash and the creeping, absolute zero that...

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