The Distant Summer
The glass in the front window shattered inward with a sound like a single, sharp scream, sending a constellation of glittering shards spraying across the hardwood floor of the living room, cutting a web of tiny, bright stars into the dust. You stand there, still wearing your uniform, the fabric damp with sweat and the lingering, metallic taste of blood in your mouth, your hands raised as if to...
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