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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Six: The Longest Night

作者: Clare
last update 公開日: 2026-03-28 19:33:54

The winter solstice fell on a Saturday.

He had known it was coming — he always knew when the solstice was coming, the way he knew the south sun angles and the east window orientations and the December light quality in every room he had built. The solstice was in the notebooks. It was in the section drawings as the outermost line — the lowest sun angle of the year, the angle that defined the deepest reach of winter light into the honest room.

He did not work on the solstice.

He had not worked on
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