The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 03:36:37 -

Thomas Waverly woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat and settled deep in the lungs. He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling of his narrow flat in Oakhaven, the plaster yellowed with age and damp, and tried to remember the shape of the dream. It was a dream of hands. Specifically, it was a dream of his own hands, but they were not...

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