The Distant Summer

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2026-08-18 23:05:11 -

The glass orb sat on the table. It was heavy. Cold. It held the sky inside. Elias stood. He was old. His bones clicked. He looked at the orb. He did not touch it. He had not touched it in years. The dust on it was thick. The light from the window was pale. It was morning. Or late afternoon. Time was a fluid thing here. The train waited. It breathed steam into the air. The whistle blew. A long,...

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