The Distant Summer
The explosion does not feel like fire. It feels like the world being sucked out through a straw, a violent inversion of breath that leaves you hollowed, ringing, and suddenly, terrifyingly alone. You are a corporal in a unit that no longer has a name, stationed in a subterranean bunker that smells of wet concrete and ozone. The air is thick with the scent of copper and burnt dust. You are...
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