The Distant Summer

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2026-08-24 08:36:25 -

The glass eye was cold, heavier than it had any right to be, and I held it in my palm as if it were a live coal that had been wrapped in velvet. It was a blue, unblinking thing, fractured down the center by a single, jagged line that ran from the brow to the cheek. I kept it in the inner pocket of my tunic, close to my ribs, where the fabric rubbed against my skin with a constant, dull...

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