The Distant Summer

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2026-08-21 16:52:01 -

The coat hangs on the hook by the door, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that smells of wet stone and old tobacco. It has been there for three days, draped over the chair in the hallway of the house your father left you. You do not wear it. You barely look at it. It sits there like a silent accusation, a dark mass against the pale wallpaper, waiting for you to acknowledge the debt you owe to a...

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