The Distant Summer

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The road was a ribbon of red clay, frayed at the edges by the rain. Thomas walked it alone. The weight of his satchel pressed against his spine, a cold stone. Inside, the pages were dry. Outside, the air was wet. He was twelve. He felt old. The village of Oakhaven lay behind him, a blur of smoke and thatch. Ahead, the forest waited. It was a wall of green and gray. Thomas did not look back. To...

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