The Distant Summer

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The rain does not fall on the coast of Maine; it hangs in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turns the world into a blurred watercolor of slate and rust. You have been driving the state route for three hours, the wipers beating a frantic, rhythmic time against the windshield, slicing the mist into fleeting, useless shards. In the passenger seat, the leather jacket of your father lies...

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