The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 22:28:34 -

You are leaving. The train is a black rib of iron against the pale, bruised sky of the station platform, and the air smells of coal dust and wet wool. You are a soldier, or perhaps a guard, the title blurred by the years and the distance. Your uniform is grey, not the crisp blue of peacetime, but the drab, absorbing color of a man who has learned to disappear into the background of other...

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