The Distant Summer

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"Cut it." The order was short. Sharp. A blade made of syllables. Captain Elias Thorne did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the brass gear before him. The tooth was worn. A microscopic flaw in the steel. He picked up the file. He ran it down the edge. One pass. Two. The metal dusted his sleeve. It was a white powder. It looked like ash. It looked like snow. "Captain." The voice came from the...

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