The Distant Summer

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The argument began with a word. Not a shout, not a slap, but a single, sharp syllable that hung in the air like a blade of frost. "Hypocrite," Arthur said. His voice was low, steady, the voice of a man who had spent forty years in the lecture hall, dissecting the syntax of history. He stood at the head of the table in his study, the room smelling of old paper and the metallic tang of the rain...

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