The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 21:35:01 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the mud of the village lane into a sucking, treacherous mire, and I stood at the threshold of my own home, feeling the weight of the wet wool cloak I had worn for the past twelve hours pressing down on my shoulders like a physical accusation, while inside, the fire burned low and the smell of damp stone and old...

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