The Distant Summer

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2026-08-23 21:43:25 -

The ledger of my remaining days was written in the chalking of my knuckles, a slow, dry abrasion that had begun three weeks ago in the mud of the Ardennes, where the cold found the softest parts of the flesh and refused to let go. I counted the hours since the last rain, forty-eight in total, and weighed them against the price of the train ticket I had no money to buy, a sum of twelve francs...

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