The Distant Summer

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The rain in Millhaven does not fall; it hangs. It sits in the air like a fine, gray powder that coats your lungs and settles into the creases of your skin. You have been the Constable for three years, and you have learned that the weather here is not a force of nature but a verdict. It is the town’s way of saying it is tired. You stand on the porch of the stone cottage, your hand resting on the...

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