The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 07:20:56 -

I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth, a dry, gritty residue that clung to the back of my throat like a bad memory. The dream had been specific, as they always were in the last few months: I was standing in the vast, grey expanse of the salt marshes, the wind pulling at my coat, and I was not alone. There were others, hundreds of them, standing in the water up to their waists, their faces...

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