The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 18:24:43 -

In the dream, the ink was red. It pooled on the parchment like a wound that refused to close, spreading across the letters of his name, blurring the edges of the words until they were no longer words but only shapes, dark and bleeding. Elias woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, the sheets damp with sweat in the chill of the small room above the bakery. He lay still for a long moment,...

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