The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 02:33:26 -

"You’re late," Thomas said. His voice was thin, stripped of its usual gravel, echoing off the white walls of the clinic that smelled of antiseptic and wet stone. "The window closes in ten minutes." I looked up from the floor where I had been sitting, my legs crossed, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of sunlight that pierced the high, barred window. I was forty years old, but in...

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