The Distant Summer

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The road is wet. Your boots are heavy. The mud sucks at your heels with a wet, mechanical pull. You walk. The town of Oakhaven lies ahead. It is small. It is quiet. The rain has stopped. The air is cold. It smells of iron and wet stone. You are a soldier. You are also a son. These two things fight in your chest. They pull in different directions. One demands order. The other demands home. You...

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