The Distant Summer
You count the hours in the lamplight, one by one, until the shadow of the wick touches the edge of the paper, measuring the exact weight of the silence that has settled over Kael since the mobilization orders arrived. The boundary stones of the valley, those ancient, moss-eaten sentinels that have stood since before the kingdom had a name, have begun to whisper in the voice of your dead sister,...
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