The Distant Summer

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The air in the old textile mill did not smell of rot, as one might expect from a building that had been abandoned by the hands of men for thirty years, but of wet iron and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that seemed to hang in the rafters like a visible, suspended fog, a heavy blanket that pressed against the lungs and the mind with an intimacy that was almost suffocating, almost tender, as...

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