The Distant Summer
You are standing at the edge of the frozen river, your boots sinking into the slush that smells of iron and old rain. The air is so cold it feels like a physical weight pressing against your chest, a heavy hand that refuses to let you breathe. You are not alone, though it seems that way. The silence is broken only by the creak of the ice beneath your feet and the distant, muffled sound of the...
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