The Distant Summer

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The rain hit the slate roof. It did not sound like water. It sounded like teeth. Elara sat by the window. She watched the garden. The roses were gone. They had been red in July. Now they were brown. They were dead. The wind pushed the branches. They did not dance. They shook. She was forty. Her hair was gray. It was not a soft gray. It was a hard gray. Like stone. She looked at her hands. They...

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