The Distant Summer

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In his left hand, Elias Thorne held a single kernel of grain, dry and hard as a pebble, while in his right he clutched the iron key to the royal granary. The key was cold, a damp chill that seeped through the leather of his glove and into the bone of his wrist. He stood in the center of the great hall, the air thick with the scent of old dust and the faint, sweet rot of spoiled barley. Around...

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