The Distant Summer

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The dream always begins with the rain, not the sound of it, but the weight of it, a cold, leaden curtain that presses against the glass of the shop window until the wood frame groans under the strain. You are standing behind the counter, your hands buried in a pile of broken porcelain shards, the sharp edges biting into your palms, yet you feel no pain, only a strange, vibrating hum that...

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