The Distant Summer

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The old brass compass lay in the mud, its needle spinning lazily, not toward the magnetic north but toward something deeper, something that hummed in the roots of the earth and the black water of the river that cut through the valley like a jagged scar. Thomas had found it there, half-buried in the silt after the rain had finally stopped falling for the third time that week, a small, cold...

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