The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 08:58:33 -

The iron cage was cold. I remember the cold first. It seeped through the wool of my sleeves, through the skin of my hands, into the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the room, a room of white walls and high windows, the light gray and flat as milk. Before me sat the Magistrate. He did not look at me. He looked at the clock on the wall. The clock ticked. The tick was loud. It sounded...

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