The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 16:23:42 -

The cake was cold. I looked at it. It sat on the white paper plate, a square of chocolate sponge, dense and dry. A single candle, unlit, stood in the center. It was a white pillar. It looked like a bone. "Happy birthday, Thomas," I said. My voice sounded thin. It scraped against the air in the small room. The walls were painted a pale blue. The paint was peeling near the baseboard. Flakes of it...

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