The Distant Summer

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The roasted pheasant was dry, the beer flat, and the chatter of the guild hall a low, persistent hum that Elias Thorne found increasingly difficult to parse through the ringing in his ears. He sat at the head table, his hands resting on the white linen, trembling with a fine, rhythmic vibration that had nothing to do with the cold November air seeping through the windows. Across the table,...

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