The Distant Summer

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The wind in the valley did not blow so much as it breathed, a slow, rhythmic exhalation of the ancient earth that carried the scent of wet stone and the metallic tang of approaching rain, and in the center of this suffocating silence, beneath the heavy, vaulted ceiling of the old chapel which had long since forgotten the words of its prayers, I sat with the bundle of pale, trembling things in...

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