The Distant Summer

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The train hissed against the iron rails, a long, dying exhalation that cut through the stillness of the early morning. Elias stood on the platform, his uniform crisp, the brass buttons catching the pale, industrial light. He held a small, cloth-wrapped bundle against his chest. It was warm. It smelled of yeast and salt. A loaf of bread. His mother’s bread. He looked at the man beside him....

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