The Distant Summer

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2026-08-23 09:17:17 -

Mara, get in here. The voice cuts through the hum of the ventilation system, sharp and final. You stand up from the breakroom table, your uniform stiff with dried sweat, and follow Dr. Aris into the dim corridor. The air here smells of burnt sugar, a cloying, caramelized sweetness that has no business existing in a sterile ward. It clings to the back of your throat, thick and heavy, like a...

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