The Distant Summer
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial drumming against the slate roof of the outpost that turned the air into a thick, metallic soup. We sat in the common room, the only space in the sector where the damp did not seep directly into the bone, though it seemed to permeate everything else. My brother, Silas, sat opposite me, his uniform pressed to a severity that looked...
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