The Distant Summer

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The cold spot on Elias’s shoulder was not a chill in the air, but a weight, a dampness that seemed to seep into the marrow of his bone as he sat at the loom, the shuttle clicking rhythmically through the warp. He did not look up when Mara entered the cottage, her breath pluming in the thin, mist-choked air of Oakhaven, for he knew the shape of her sorrow even before he saw her face; the Gray...

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