The Distant Summer

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The dream began with the smell of wet iron. Captain Silas Thorne stood in the yard of the Blackwood Asylum. It was a place of high walls and barred windows, built of gray stone that wept in the rain. He wore his uniform. The brass buttons were cold against his chest. He held a pair of shears in his hand. They were long and curved, like the horns of a goat. He looked at the trees. They were...

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