The Distant Summer

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The taste of iron and burnt honey filled my mouth before I opened my eyes. I was lying in the tall grass behind the flour mill, the stalks brushing against my cheek like the cold fingers of the dead. The sun was a pale, washed-out coin in a sky the color of old bruises, and the air hung heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and impending rain. I was twelve, or perhaps thirteen; time had begun to...

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