The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 01:11:02 -

The air in the processing hall always tasted of rust and wet wool, a metallic tang that settled in the back of the throat and refused to leave, a constant reminder that we were here, in this place, under the gaze of the unseen. I sat at my station, the heavy iron frame of the machine looming over me like a cathedral spire, its gears turning with a rhythmic, grinding patience that seemed to mock...

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