The Distant Summer
The dream began with the taste of iron. It was a cold, metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He woke in the grey light of the city. The apartment was silent. Rain tapped against the windowpane. A steady, rhythmic drumming. Elias sat up. His body felt heavy. Stone-like. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. He knew what he had to do. He had to go to the office. He had to...
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