The Distant Summer

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The roof caved in first. It did not collapse with a crash. It fell with a sigh. A long, wet exhalation of wet timber and rotting shingles. Dust rose like gray snow. Elias did not run. He stood in the center of the hallway. He held his breath. The air tasted of copper and old paper. He counted the seconds. One. Two. Three. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He felt the...

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