The Distant Summer

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2026-08-21 11:41:33 -

The dream was of a house made of glass. It stood in a field of grey mist, its panes trembling with a heat that did not exist. Thomas Bradshaw walked toward it. He wore the tunic of a captain, stiff with sweat and old blood. The door was open. Inside, the walls were not glass but mirrors. Every mirror showed a different face. Some were smiling. Some were screaming. One showed his own face, but...

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