The Distant Summer

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the gas lamps and the weary faces of the passersby. It was a damp, industrial summer, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool, a scent that Margaret Holloway had come to associate with the slow erosion of her mind. She sat in the corner of the tea shop, a...

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