The Distant Summer
The oak did not die. This was the first thing Elias noticed, and the thing that would eventually unmake him. It stood in the center of the yard, a sentinel of impossible density, its bark etched with the same rigid, spiraling patterns as the brass insignia on his shoulder. He had been assigned to the facility in the autumn, a sprawling complex of red brick and glass that hummed with the low,...
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