The Distant Summer

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The morning air in Oakhaven tasted of iron and damp wool, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and settled into the creases of his skin, a sensation that had become so intimate over the past three weeks that he could no longer distinguish it from the flavor of his own blood. He stood by the window of the small, rented room above the post office, watching the mist peel...

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