The Distant Summer
The road was wet. The sky was low. Thomas walked with his pack tight against his back. It was a long road. It was a quiet road. The mist clung to the hedgerows. It tasted of rain and iron. He was a soldier. He was a man of order. The order was broken. The order was his. He carried a small box in his left hand. It was made of bone. It was white. It was smooth. It had no corners. It was a perfect...
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