The Distant Summer

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The rain hit the window with the rhythm of a metronome counting down to nothing. I watched the droplets race, colliding, merging, separating. A small universe of grief. My hands trembled as I polished the final lens. It was a beautiful piece of glass. Convex. Precise. It captured the world and twisted it into a lie. I loved lies. I loved the clean, hard edges of them. My name is Arthur. I am a...

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