The Distant Summer

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The dream was not a dream but a slow, viscous tide of gold that rose to swallow the world, and in it, Elias found himself standing in a hall so vast the ceiling vanished into a haze of amber light. He was not the clerk he had been for thirty years, with his ink-stained fingers and his back bent over the ledger of the municipal office. In the dream, he wore robes of heavy silk that moved like...

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