The Distant Summer

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2026-08-24 16:32:24 -

Chapter One The air in the scriptorium always tasted of wet chalk and old iron. I was twenty-two, and my hands had not known rest in three years, a fact that the Abbot, a man whose cruelty was as precise as his calligraphy, seemed to enjoy. He sat across from me, his face a mask of severe indifference, while the quill I had used for a decade lay on the table between us, snapped clean in two. He...

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