The Distant Summer

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You look at the map. It is old. The ink has faded into a brownish gray. You trace the line with your finger. The paper is soft. It feels like skin. "Here," you say. You point to the edge of the town. "We start here." Thomas looks up. He holds a cup of tea. The steam curls above his head. "You are sure?" "I am sure." He laughs. It is a dry sound. "We have been here for three days. We have found...

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