The Distant Summer

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The air in the barn smelled of dried sage and old sweat, a thick, heavy perfume that clung to the back of the throat. It was the middle of August in the Pacific Northwest, and the heat had turned the world into a place of suspended animation, where time did not pass so much as it pooled, stagnant and hot. Elias sat on a overturned milk crate, his hands resting on his knees, fingers trembling...

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