The Distant Summer

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He woke with a taste of iron. Copper. Old blood. The dream lingered, sticky and hot, refusing to dissolve into the grey morning light. He was running. Always running. The ground was soft beneath his boots, yielding like wet clay. And behind him, the sound. Not footsteps. Something heavier. A dragging weight. A chain. He sat up. The cell was cold. Stone walls. Damp. The air smelled of mildew and...

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