The Distant Summer

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The rain fell on the grey slate of the garrison walls with a persistent, wet hiss that sounded less like water and more like the collective sigh of the stones themselves, and I stood at the threshold of the commandant’s office, my hand still resting on the cold iron of my sidearm, feeling the weight of the hour pressing down on my shoulders with a physical, bruising intensity that had nothing...

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