The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 16:25:16 -

The rain fell on the roof of the old hall, a steady, dull drumming that I had learned to count. One, two, three. I was old now. My knees ached when the damp crept in from the flagstones. I walked the corridor with a cane, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands before mine. The house was quiet. It was always quiet. But today, the silence felt heavy, like a wet wool coat draped over the...

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