The Distant Summer

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The damp air in the cellar tasted of iron and old decay, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and refused to be swallowed. You sat on the cold stone floor, your knees drawn up to your chest, the weight of the heavy wool cloak pooling around you like a dark, suffocating tide. Above, the ceiling was low, pressing down with the silent authority of centuries, and the single oil lamp...

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