The Distant Summer

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The oak tree stood alone in the center of the dry field, its leaves turning a brittle, dusty gold that matched the color of the dust clinging to Elias Thorne’s uniform. He stood at the base of the trunk, his hands resting on the rough, flaking bark, feeling the slow, terminal decay of the wood beneath his fingers. It was late September, and the air in the valley was thick with the scent of...

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