The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 11:41:09 -

The soup was cold. Elias tasted it. It tasted of iron and ash. He held the bowl with hands that did not shake, though they wanted to. Across the table, his father sat. Thomas. He wore the uniform. It was not a uniform of cloth. It was a uniform of light. It hummed. Elias looked away. "You ate," Thomas said. His voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder in a valley. "I was hungry," Elias...

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