The Distant Summer
The rain did not fall so much as it poured out of the sky in a thick, grey curtain that erased the horizon and swallowed the city of Oakhaven in a breathless, suffocating embrace. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, though the calendar on the wall of the apartment had long since ceased to mark time in any meaningful way, its dates blurred by the dampness that seeped into the plaster and settled in...
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