The Distant Summer

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The frost had already kissed the iron railings of the city, a silver skin that trembled under the weight of the morning. "Did you see the way he looked at you?" Thomas asked. His voice was thin, stripped of its usual baritone warmth by the cold. He stood by the window of the small, drafty office on the fourth floor of the municipal archive, staring out at the gray street below. "He held his...

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