The Distant Summer

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The rain hit the slate roof of the Whitmore house. It was a hard, cold sound. Elias sat by the window. He held a wooden spoon. The wood was smooth. He rubbed it with his thumb. The kitchen was small. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper. Outside, the coal smoke hung low over the town of Oakhaven. It was a gray blanket. It did not lift. Elias was seventy. His hands were knotted. They looked...

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