The Distant Summer

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The mud of the Kael Valley did not smell of earth, but of iron and old blood. Elias Thorne stood with his left shoulder bare to the wind, the stump bandaged and weeping a dark fluid that mixed with the slurry beneath his boots. He was thirty-two years old, and he had felt every single one of them since the shelling began three days prior. The High Council’s decree had reached the front lines by...

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