The Distant Summer
The heat in the basement was not merely temperature; it was a weight, a physical pressure against the chest that made breathing a laborious, deliberate act. You wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of a hand that trembled, not from cold, but from the sheer, vibrating intensity of the signal. The fluorescent lights buzzed above, a high-pitched whine that seemed to drill into the base of...
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