The Distant Summer

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The jasmine in the courtyard of the Royal Palace did not smell of flowers, but of wet earth and old blood. Arthur Vane, a junior archivist of thirty-two years, stood by the iron fence, his fingers trembling as he adjusted his spectacles, watching the white blooms unfurl in the moonlight. He had been assigned to the lower archives, a damp cellar where the smell of mildew clung to the pages of...

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