The Distant Summer

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The blackberry bush grew in the corner of the courtyard. It was old. Thicker than a man’s arm. The branches hung low, heavy with fruit that had turned purple and soft. Margaret watched it from the window of her cell. She was not in prison. She was in the tower of the Bishop’s palace. The room was stone. Cold. The air smelled of damp and old wax. She held a single berry in her hand. It was dark....

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