The Distant Summer

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when Elias pressed his thumb into the seal, the cold wax biting into his skin. He was thirty-two years old, and he had spent the last six months arguing with stone and men, trying to keep his sister, Mara, from the debtors' prison. The high court of Valerius smelled of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of his tunic. He needed...

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