The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 16:48:25 -

The house did not fall; it dissolved. It was a Tuesday in late October, the air thick with the scent of wet rot and iron, when the foundation of the Whitmore estate simply ceased to be. There was no roar, no shattering of glass, no scream of tearing wood. One moment, Elias Whitmore stood in the foyer, his hand resting on the banister of the grand staircase, feeling the solid oak beneath his...

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