The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 03:04:24 -

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A thick, grey mist clung to the city, turning the streets into a mirror of wet slate. I stood on the roof of the precinct, smoking a cigarette that had long since gone cold. The city below was a machine of glass and steel, humming with a low, electric sickness. It was the season of the Rot. We called it that. Not because the buildings decayed, but because the...

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