The Distant Summer

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The iron kettle sat upon the hearth, its spout angled toward the stone wall, where a thin bead of condensation had formed and was slowly tracing a dark line down the masonry. Elias Thorne stood before the High Court, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar, bitter weight of the tea leaves he had been carrying in his pocket for three days. He was thirty years old, a man whose...

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