The Distant Summer

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2026-08-23 21:13:15 -

The clock on the wall of the Ministry of Railways ticked with a heavy, wooden certainty, marking the passage of another hour in which I counted the minutes until I could leave. I was twenty years old, a junior clerk in the drafting room, and my fingers were stained with graphite and the grease of the linoleum floors I had scrubbed that morning. The banquet hall was three floors up, a cavern of...

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