The Distant Summer
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the gravel drive of the estate into a slurry of mud and decay, blurring the line between the world outside and the silence that had settled so heavily within the walls. I sat in the study, a room that had once been a place of lively debate and clinking glasses, now reduced to a vault for memories that no longer held...
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