The Distant Summer
You leave the house on the morning the fog lifts, taking with you the key that no longer fits the lock in your mind. It is a Tuesday, unremarkable in its grayness, and the air tastes of wet stone and impending rain. You are walking away from the only life you have ever known, yet you carry it in the heavy, velvet lining of your coat. The town of Oakhaven stretches out before you, a collection...
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