The Distant Summer

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The bread is warm. You can smell the yeast rising, a sour, living scent that cuts through the stale air of the cellar, that air which tastes of damp stone and old, forgotten fears. You are not alone down here, though the silence is so thick it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a silence that has its own voice, a voice that whispers in the gaps between the seconds....

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