The Distant Summer

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The fog in the Foundry District did not lift so much as it condensed, turning the air into a thick, gray wool that snagged on the iron spikes of the skyline and the wet cobblestones beneath our feet, and I stood there holding the small, brass pocket watch that had belonged to my father, feeling its weight against my palm like a second heartbeat, a cold and mechanical pulse that seemed to slow...

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