The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 22:46:44 -

The dream was a field of white ash. Elias stood in the center. The wind did not blow. It hung. A thick, suffocating silence pressed against his eardrums. He looked at his hands. They were stained with dirt. No, not dirt. The color was wrong. It was the grey of old bone. The grey of a riverbed after the flood has taken everything. He could not remember why he was there. He only knew that the...

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