The Distant Summer

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old town into a slick, mirror-like expanse that reflected the grey sky in a distorted, trembling way. I walked with my head down, the wet wool of my uniform clinging to my shoulders, the weight of the badge on my chest feeling less like authority and more like an anchor dragging me through mud. My name was Arthur...

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