The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 17:22:23 -

The tin roof screamed in the wind. It was a high, thin shriek that cut through the fog. Private Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the cot. His hands were steady. He had trained them to be. But his heart was not. It hammered against his ribs like a bird trapped in a cage of bone. The tent was small. The air smelled of wet wool and old sweat. Outside, the world was grey and formless. The war had...

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