The Distant Summer

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The air in the cellar tastes of wet stone and rust. You are here. You are alone. It is dark. You can hear the water drip. Drip. Drip. It sounds like a clock counting down to nothing. You sit on the cold floor. Your legs are stiff. You are a soldier. You are also a man who has forgotten how to be a man. The walls are close. They press in. They are made of brick. Old brick. The kind that sweats....

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