The Distant Summer

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2026-08-20 21:31:02 -

The dream was cold. It smelled of ozone and wet slate. Elias stood on a platform that did not exist in the waking world, watching a train that had no wheels. It drifted through the fog, silent, a long black ribbon of metal and glass. He knew he should be afraid. He was not. He was only waiting. When he woke, the rain was hammering against the window of his flat in Manchester. The city outside...

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