The Distant Summer

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The fog did not lift so much as it dissolved into the walls of the old textile mill, a substance that had been breathing against the glass for three days, thick as milk, cold as the river that had once powered the looms but now ran dry and choked with silt. Arthur Vane sat in the corner of the basement archive, a space that smelled of wet wool and iron rust, his uniform pressed tight against...

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