The Distant Summer
The stone of the Eternal Hall did not erode, a fact that Elias Thorne found both mathematically precise and personally offensive, for the structure had remained identical in every dimension from the moment he first sketched its impossible arches in his mind to the present evening when he sat before it in the timeless, blurred estate that had swallowed his life. Elias was thirty-four, a...
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