The Distant Summer

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The storm broke at dawn. It did not roll in. It fell. A wall of grey water and wind that tore the roof off the observation post. I stood in the doorway, holding the doorframe with one hand and the rifle with the other. The cold bit through my uniform. It was a physical weight. It pressed against my ribs. It sought the marrow of my bones. Beyond the threshold lay the valley. The valley was gone....

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