The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 03:16:48 -

The soot is already in your lungs, a gritty, metallic taste that sits at the back of your throat like a swallowed coin. You are standing on the roof of the Blackfriars Foundry, and the sky above you is not a sky at all, but a churning ocean of black iron that ripples and boils with the heat of a thousand furnaces below. The year is not a number here, but a weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket...

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