The Distant Summer

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The silk scarf is already wet, the crimson dye bleeding into the damp wool of your coat like a wound that refuses to clot, and you are running, your lungs burning with the metallic taste of fear, through the corridors of the Ashworth manor where the gaslights hiss and sputter in the drafty dark. You do not remember how you got there, how the door swung open, how the air changed from the...

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