The Distant Summer

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The van idled. It rattled like a dying dog. Miles got out. He stretched. His back popped. He looked at the house. It was gray. It stood on the hill. It was the Whitmore estate. Or what was left of it. The fence was down. The grass was high. Miles walked up the path. It was cracked. Weeds pushed through the concrete. He had the file in his hand. It was thin. One page. He knew what it said. He...

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