The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 15:11:47 -

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A gray mist clinging to the windshield of the yellow school bus, blurring the highway into a smear of wet asphalt and dead reeds. Elias sat by the window. He held the jar. It was small. Glass. Filled with water and a single, dead leaf. He watched it. The leaf had been green once. Now it was brown. Crisp. It floated. It did not sink. This was wrong. The bus...

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