The Distant Summer

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The iron gate groans in the wind, a sound like the tearing of old silk, and you stand before it with your knuckles white, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps that fog in the thinning air of the early autumn. The house behind you, the one that has been your prison for the last three decades, is already sinking into the twilight, its windows dark as closed eyes, its walls sweating the...

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