The Distant Summer

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The moth lands on your shoulder. It is a large thing, grey and dusty, with wings like torn lace. You do not brush it away. You are standing in the mess hall, but the mess hall is not a mess hall. It is a cathedral of light, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth. The walls breathe. They expand and contract with a slow, rhythmic pulse. You know this. You have always known this,...

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