The Distant Summer

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The rain had not stopped in three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the streets of the old industrial district into a slick, reflective mirror where the neon signs of shuttered factories bled their red and blue light into the puddles, a persistent, wet shroud that hung low over the city and smelled faintly of ozone and rusted iron, a sensory fog that Marcus Thorne had come to find...

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