The Distant Summer

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2026-08-23 05:43:50 -

The rain was not falling so much as it was being pressed against the glass by some unseen, heavy hand, blurring the streetlights into smeared, amber bruises that offered no warmth to the room. You sat at the kitchen table, the surface slick with condensation, your fingers tracing the grain of the wood as if it were a topographical map of a place you had never been, the low-frequency hum of the...

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