The Distant Summer

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The feast was loud. It was a roar of clinking silver and the wet slap of oysters on ice. The air smelled of salt and expensive perfume. Elias sat at the far end of the long oak table. He wore a gray suit that fit him poorly. He felt small. The candles flickered, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls of the manor. “Look at him,” said Julian. He did not whisper. He smiled. “He...

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