The Distant Summer

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The rain hammered the corrugated roof of the station, a rhythmic, deafening drumming that blurred the line between inside and out. I stood in the corner of the small, windowless holding cell, my hands cuffed behind my back, the metal biting into my wrists. The air smelled of wet wool, stale coffee, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. It was not the fear of pain, but the fear of being seen. Of...

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