The Distant Summer

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The mud had a consistency of wet cement, clinging to the soles of Elias’s boots with a stubbornness that felt personal, almost affectionate in its refusal to let him go. He was not running from the water, nor from the sky, but from the silence that had been growing in his chest for three days, a silence so dense it had begun to weigh on his lungs like lead. The landscape here was a blur of grey...

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