The Distant Summer

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2026-08-22 18:08:50 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of Oakhaven into a soup that swallowed the tires of your cruiser whole. You stood in the doorway of the condemned mill, the wind whipping your raincoat, your hands trembling so violently that the flashlight in your grip flickered like a dying star. This was the disease, the same rot that had eaten your father from the inside out, now...

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