The Distant Summer

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The summer of 1348 hung heavy and wet over the shire, a suffocating blanket of heat that turned the dust to clay and the air to soup. Sir Edmund Ashworth rode his destrier toward the northern border, the steel of his gauntlets catching the low sun, bright and cold against the sweat of his brow. He left his wife, Elara, at the castle gates without a backward glance, for the King’s writ was...

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