The Distant Summer

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The road was dust. It swallowed the wheels of the cart. It coated the tongue. Elara sat in the back. Her hands were cold. The sun was hot. She held the jar. It was small. Glass. Round. Inside, something moved. She looked at it. It looked back. Not with eyes. With a pulse. A slow, green beat. Her father sat ahead. His spine was straight. He did not look back. He drove the horses. The horses were...

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