The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 03:20:04 -

The rain did not fall. It hovered. I stood in the center of the atrium, the glass ceiling above me a fractured dome of wet crystal. The water droplets suspended in mid-air, defying gravity, caught in a field I could feel against my skin like static. They were not drops. They were glyphs. Thousands of them. Tiny, luminous characters written in a script that burned in the back of my eyes. I was a...

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