The Distant Summer

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"You must mend it before the eve, Elias. The thread is thin, but the cloth holds." My father’s voice was low, a rumble that seemed to come from the floorboards themselves. He sat in the heavy oak chair by the window, the afternoon light catching the dust motes dancing in the still air. On the table between us lay the garment. It was a long cloak of deep indigo wool, once perhaps bright as a...

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