The Distant Summer

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2026-08-17 19:14:21 -

The soup was cold. It had been cold since Tuesday. I sat at the head of the table, the wooden surface worn smooth by decades of elbows and elbows. The broth separated. A skin of fat congealed on the surface, white and opaque as a cloud. I stared at it. I did not eat. The house was silent. It was a large house. Stone walls. High ceilings. The kind of place that swallowed sound. My father had...

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