The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 11:03:45 -

The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A thin, metallic shriek that sliced the air above the square. Elara stopped. Her shoes were soft. Leather. Old. She wore them because they did not squeak. Squeaking was a sin here. Squeaking drew eyes. Eyes were knives. The crowd surged. They moved like water. Brown water. Muddy water. They wore the white. Always the white. The white of the lilies....

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