The Distant Summer

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The dream was always the same, a recurring fracture in the architecture of his sleep. It was not a nightmare, exactly, but a simulation of failure. In the dream, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and old iron. He stood in the center of a vast, white void, his body a map of tension. His right hand, the one that had once held the baton, now hung useless at his side. The fingers were...

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