The Distant Summer

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The iron whistle screamed through the valley, a sound that tore the morning sky like a wound in linen. It was not a train whistle, though it came from the same iron throat. It was the signal from the Watchtower, the high steel structure that presided over the border like a jagged tooth. I stood on the ridge, my boots sinking into the wet moss, and felt the vibration in my teeth. The regime had...

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