The Distant Promise

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The blackbirds were the first thing I noticed. They did not sing. They stood on the high branches of the elms, their heads swiveling with a mechanical, jerking precision, watching the house as if it were a predator and they were the prey. I sat in the kitchen, the table covered in blueprints and soil-stained maps, my hands trembling not from cold but from a fever that had settled into my bones...

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