The Distant Summer

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The bell rang. It was a low, bronze sound. It hung in the cold air. Margaret stood by the window. The glass was thick. It was old. She pressed her hand against it. The stone was warm. "Did you hear that?" Edward spoke. He was small. He was quiet. He stood in the corner. Margaret turned. "I heard it," she said. "It is the signal." "For what?" "For the end." Margaret laughed. It was a dry sound....

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