The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 21:49:14 -

The rain against the windshield of the taxi was not water, but a dense, gray static, a visual noise that blurred the edges of the city into a smear of sodium light and wet asphalt. You are in the back seat, the leather cool and damp against your thigh, holding a small, rectangular object in your lap. It is a ceramic tile, no larger than a playing card, glazed in a deep, arterial red that seems...

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