The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of ozone, wrapping around the rusted husk of the station platform like a shroud that refused to let go. Clara stood there, her back pressed against the cold, damp brickwork, her fingers trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that...

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