The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 21:55:24 -

The moth beats against the glass. It is a heavy, velvet thing, gray as the dust in your father’s coat. You hold it in your palm. It is warm. It smells of old paper and rain. You are in the room. The walls are white. They are not white. They are the color of bone. The light is flat. It has no source. It simply is. Your father is not here. He is there. He is the silence. You are the investigator....

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