The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 02:07:13 -

The radio was still on. It sat on the kitchen table, a heavy black rectangle of plastic and dust, the dial glowing with a faint, sickly orange light. It had been playing for three days. No one had touched it. No one had turned it off. It just kept going, a low, static hum that filled the house like water filling a sinking ship. Elias sat on the floor by the stove. He was twelve years old,...

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