The Distant Summer

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The water was black. "Did you see it?" Thomas did not look up. He scrubbed the basin. The bristle bit into the metal. The scratch was loud. "See what, boy?" The shadow. Under the arch. It moved. It did not flow. It stood. "Nothing, Father." Thomas was twelve. His hands were small. They trembled. He stopped scrubbing. He held his breath. The silence in the chapel was thick. It tasted of dust and...

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