The Distant Summer
You stand at the edge of the forest. The air is cold. It smells of damp earth and decay. You are alone. You have been alone for a long time. The trees are tall. They block the sky. You look up. You see nothing but bark and shadow. You turn away. You walk. Your boots are heavy. They sink into the mud. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The village is behind you. It is small. It is quiet. The...
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