The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it was poured from the sky, a cold, industrial sheet that turned the moor into a soup of peat and mud. Elias Vane stood knee-deep in the mire, his boots slipping on the slick, black earth. He held the jar. It was small, no larger than a fist, made of thick, cloudy glass. Inside, the substance swirled. It looked like honey, but it was the color of old bruises, a...

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