The Distant Summer

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The fire came first. It did not roar. It hissed. A low, wet sound, like a dog eating from a bowl. Then the smoke rose, gray and thick, swallowing the moon. Elias stood in the yard. He held a sword. The steel was cold. The air was hot. He looked at the house. The eaves were black. The windows were blind. He was a soldier. He had been a soldier for ten years. He had fought in the wars of the...

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