The Distant Summer
The dream was always the same, a jagged shard of black glass floating in the void, and pressed into the surface of that dark, brittle thing was the face of Catherine, her sister, her features distorted and stretched until they looked less like a human and more like a warning. Elara woke with her hand clamped over her mouth, the taste of copper and old ink thick on her tongue, the grey light of...
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