The Distant Summer
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a smudge of charcoal and slate. I stood on the balcony of the university’s old administrative building, my fingers white-knuckled around the iron railing, watching the water cascade down the stone face of the structure. It was a structural failure of the most mundane kind, a seepage in...
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