The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 21:18:37 -

The train hissed and spat steam into the gray morning air. You stood on the platform, your small hand gripping the cold iron railing. Your father stood beside you, his coat buttoned to the chin. He did not look at you. He looked at the tracks. The leaves on the maple trees were turning red, brittle and dry. They crunched under the boots of the waiting passengers. You were seven. You knew you...

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