The Distant Summer

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The ivy in the courtyard had begun to shed its leaves, curling inward like fists that had forgotten how to open. I stood before the ancient wall of the Ashworth estate, watching a single vine snap under the weight of its own decay. It fell with a wet, dull thud, shattering the silence of the afternoon. My name is Julian, and I am a man who has spent his life cataloging the dead, or rather, the...

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