The Distant Summer

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Margaret stood in the center of the rotunda. The floor was black glass, smooth and cold. It reflected her face, but the reflection was wrong. It was older. It was tired. The air smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. Above her, the sky was a churning vortex of grey clouds, lit by flashes of silent lightning. This was the Hall of Echoes, a place that existed only in the space between seconds. It was...

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