The Distant Summer

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The rain on the tin roof was a drumroll that never ended. It hammered against the corrugated metal with a steady, indifferent rhythm, washing the dust of the world into the mud below. Elias stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold glass. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders, with hands that had once held rifles and now held nothing but the weight of his own silence. His uniform,...

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