The Distant Summer

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The bell rang. It did not ring softly. It screamed. A jagged, iron shriek that tore through the humid air of the factory floor. Margaret’s hands shook. Not from fear. From the weight of the jars. Seven jars of blackberry jam. Seven heavy, glass cylinders sweating with the heat of the afternoon. She held them against her chest like shields. Like prayers. The foreman, Mr. Halloway, stood on the...

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