The Distant Summer

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The rain tapped a rhythmic, persistent code against the windowpane of the school office. It was a gray Tuesday, the kind that seemed to stretch time like taffy, pulling the hours into something thin and cold. Thomas sat in the plastic chair, his hands folded in his lap, watching the water bead and run down the glass. Across the desk, Principal Halloway adjusted his spectacles. The man’s face...

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