The Distant Summer

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The train groaned as it cut through the mist, a long, iron serpent shedding smoke into the damp air of the Welsh valleys. I sat with my back against the cold glass, watching the hills slide past, gray and indifferent. In my lap lay a leather case, worn smooth by years of handling. Inside it was not a weapon, but a mirror. A small, hand-held mirror, oval in shape, with a frame of tarnished...

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