The Distant Summer

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In the dream, the house was not a house but a vast, hollowed-out skull, its rooms the empty sockets of eyes that had long since ceased to see, and the air inside was thick with the scent of wet dust and old copper, a smell that Edith Vance had come to associate with the specific, quiet decay of time itself, which she had spent forty years trying to arrest with her hands, her tools, and her...

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