The Distant Summer

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-22 05:44:03 -

You dream of the oak. It stands in the center of the courtyard. Its roots grip the stone. The leaves are green. They whisper in the wind. You are beneath it. You are small. The bark is rough. You touch it with your fingers. It is cold. It is alive. You wake in the cell. The walls are wet. The air is thick. It smells of damp earth. It smells of old stone. You are alone. The door is locked. The...

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