The Distant Summer

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The heat is the first thing you notice. It is not the warmth of a sun-drenched afternoon, nor the residual fever of a dying machine. It is a localized, precise burn, a friction generated by the truth you are refusing to acknowledge. You sit at the desk in the Ministry of Historical Records, the air conditioning humming its low, indifferent drone, and your fingers hover over the 1940s...

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