The Distant Summer
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a long, metallic exhale that seemed to pull the breath right out of the autumn air. I stepped onto the platform, my boots clicking against the wet concrete, and looked for the face I had been told to meet. It was a simple task, a bureaucratic errand of the heart, or so I had convinced myself. I was to collect a package. A box of letters. A...
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