The Distant Summer

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The flood did not arrive with a roar, but with a silence so profound it felt like the world had held its breath and forgotten to exhale. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day where the light hangs low and heavy, turning the water of the River Ather into a sheet of hammered bronze that refused to reflect the sky. Elias Thorne, the town’s quietest archivist, stood on the upper steps...

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