The Distant Summer

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You wake in the mud. The rain is cold. It soaks through your tunic. You do not move. You breathe. The air tastes of iron and wet stone. You are here. You are not there. Who are you? You do not know. Your name is a stone in your mouth. You spit it out. It is not yours. You are a listener. You hear the world when it screams. You stand. Your legs shake. They are thin. You look down. Your hands are...

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