The Distant Summer

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The dream was not a dream. It was a corridor of wet stone, stretching into a darkness that breathed. Elias stood at the end of it, his uniform heavy with water that had no source. He was a Captain, or so the badge on his chest insisted, though the metal was warm and pulsing like a second heart. In his hand, he held a lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame inside was not fire, but a blue...

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