The Distant Summer

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The dream came first. It always did. A field of white clover, endless and blinding. In the center, a boy stood still. He was young. His name was Elias. He wore a blue shirt. The fabric was thin. It clung to his ribs. The sun did not burn. It hummed. It was a low, violet sound. It vibrated in the teeth. Elias opened his eyes. The bedroom was gray. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light. He was...

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