The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that turned the moors of the Yorkshire Dales into a smear of wet slate and bruised purple heather, and within that damp, breathing mist, Elias Thorne felt the left hand of his own body begin to hum with a low, tectonic vibration that was not quite pain but something far more insistent, a rhythmic knocking from the inside of...

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