The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 11:42:44 -

The dream had a specific texture, like wet wool pressed against the cheek. It was a dream of a white door at the end of a long, sterile hallway, a door that hummed with a low, electrical vibration. In the dream, I was not a man in his late thirties sitting in a glass-walled office in Chicago, but a child holding a key made of light. The key fit the lock, but when I turned it, the door did not...

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