The Distant Summer

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The wind in the moors did not blow; it dragged. It pulled at the hem of the tunic, at the collar, at the very marrow of the bones, a cold so deep and persistent that it felt less like weather and more like a physical presence, a hand pressing down on the chest to stifle the breath. Thomas stood alone on the ridge, his back to the encampment where the fires were dying out into embers of dull,...

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