The Distant Summer
Chapter One Did you think the stone would hold the secret, or did you think it would simply keep the cold out? I ask because I am the one who has to answer for the silence that follows, and I am standing in the East Gate of Oud-Veld, twenty-four years old, with my hands raw from the iron wheel and my breath hanging in the air like a ghost that refuses to leave. The citadel is ancient, a place...
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