The Distant Summer

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The wind did not merely blow through the valley of Oakhaven; it inhabited the air like a tangible, living substance, a grey and heavy breath that pressed against the windowpanes of the small, isolated station house with the persistence of a ghost seeking reentry into the world of the living. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the room, his back rigid against the door, his hands clasped...

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