The Distant Summer

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The mist had not lifted from the valley for three days, a thick, white shroud that smelled of wet stone and decay, and I stood at the edge of the cliff, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, heavy silence that had settled over the village of Oakhaven, a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, forcing me to hold my breath, forcing me...

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