The Distant Summer

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The white gate eroded in the dream, its limestone pillars crumbling into a fine, drifting ash that tasted of copper on Elias Thorne’s tongue. He woke at 0400, the digital clock on the nightstand glowing a harsh, indifferent red, and for a long moment he could not distinguish the dream from the reality of his cramped apartment in the border town of Oakhaven. The silence of the house was heavy,...

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