The Distant Summer

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Act I My left hand was already trembling when I reached for the latch, the cold metal biting into skin that felt more like parchment than flesh. I had counted the twenty-three of the Tannery Steps a hundred times before, a ritual to steady the nerves, but today the numbers blurred into a single, gray smear in my mind. The town of Keth smelled of wet wool and burning coal, the January thaw...

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