The Distant Summer
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the observation deck, a gray, relentless smear that blurred the horizon into a single, indistinct band of mist. You sat in the center of the circular room, your back against the cold steel of the perimeter wall, the hum of the ventilation system a low, constant drone that seemed to vibrate in your teeth. The space was small,...
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