The Distant Summer

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The glass vial trembled in Elara’s hand, a tiny, fragile thing filled with a liquid that seemed to hold the moonlight of a night thirty years dead, and she watched the Queen’s fingers, those instruments of royal decree, twitch and spasm against the velvet armrest as the old woman tried to lift a teacup that had long since gone cold. The air in the private chamber smelled of lavender water...

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