The Distant Summer

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The door was heavy. It smelled of wet pine and old iron. Elias stood in the corridor, his hand resting on the wood. He looked at the floor. It was stone. Cold stone. He wore a suit that fit poorly. The shoulders were tight. The sleeves were too long. He pushed the door open. It creaked. A long, low sound. Like a sigh. Inside, the air was still. It did not move. There were no drafts. The room...

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