The Distant Summer
The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like dry wood snapping under a heavy boot echoed through the atrium of the St. Jude’s Institute for Anomalous Physiology. I stood by the window, my hand pressed against the cold glass, feeling the vibration of the fracture travel up my arm. Below, in the courtyard, the students gathered in tight clusters. They looked up. Not at me. At the sky. The sky...
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