The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 14:55:23 -

The bus smelled of damp wool and stale coffee. Elias sat in the back, his hands resting on his knees. His fingers were long, calloused, and stained with the black dust of the earth. He was a man who dealt in stone. Limestone, marble, granite. He shaped them into tombs for the wealthy and sills for the poor. Today, he carried a satchel that felt heavier than usual. Inside was a small, cracked...

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