The Distant Summer

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I woke from a dream that smelled of ozone and wet slate, the scent so pungent it coated the back of my throat even as the morning light filtered through the heavy velvet drapes of my office. I was standing in the center of the room, though I knew, with a cold certainty that settled into my marrow, that I was still lying in my bed in the adjacent suite. The dream had not been a narrative of...

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