The Distant Summer

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The air in the Sub-Basement tasted of ozone and stale copper, a flavor that had long since replaced the scent of your childhood. You sat on a stool made of polished obsidian, your fingers hovering over a keyboard that was less a tool and more a living membrane, pulsing with a faint, bioluminescent hum. You were the Archivist, a title that sounded grander than the reality of your existence: you...

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