The Distant Summer

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I woke with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue, a metallic tang that felt less like blood and more like the residue of a memory I had not yet fully excavated. The air in the bunker was thick, stagnant, pressing against my eardrums with a weight that defied the physical dimensions of the room. It was a space carved from the earth, concrete walls sweating with condensation that dripped...

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