The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 10:44:10 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the gray curtain of it turned the world outside the window into a blur of wet stone and dying leaves. You sat in the office of the Commandant, a room that smelled of old paper and the sharp, antiseptic bite of floor cleaner, waiting for your fate to be handed down. The air was cold, despite the radiator ticking against the wall, and you could feel...

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