The Distant Summer

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We were screaming. That is the first thing you must understand. Not shouting, not arguing. Screaming. The kind that scrapes the throat raw and turns the air in the room into a physical weight. “You cannot do this, Arthur.” I said it. I don’t remember saying it, but I remember the shape of my mouth. Tight. White. The study smelled of pipe smoke and old paper, the scent of a life I had built...

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