The Distant Summer

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The bone was not a bone, at least not in the way the villagers understood the word, for it did not belong to a beast or a man, but rather to the architecture of the earth itself, a calcified rib of the world that Margaret had pried loose from the damp clay of the cellar floor with a patience that bordered on obsession. It lay now in her palm, smooth and white and terrifyingly cold, a fragment...

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