The Distant Summer
You walk. The road is wet. The sky is grey. You do not know where you are going. You only know you must keep moving. The rain hits your face. It is cold. You are Elias. You have been walking for three days. Your feet hurt. Your coat is heavy. You carry a bag. It is empty. You left everything behind. The house. The books. The life. You left it all. You are running from something. Or perhaps you...
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