The Distant Summer

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The dream was not of water, nor of fire, but of a frequency, a low-humming vibration that resonated in the marrow of the bone, a technical resonance that Thomas Bradshaw had spent the last two years trying to isolate and silence within the architecture of his own mind. He stood in the center of the vast, empty ballroom of the Whitmore estate, a place where the chandeliers had long since been...

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