The Distant Summer

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The rain against the windowpane was not a sound but a texture, a wet, heavy fur that pressed against the glass and refused to lift, as if the world outside had grown too heavy to turn and had simply settled onto the threshold of your study. You held the letter in your hands, the paper yellowed and brittle, the ink faded to the color of dried blood, and you felt the weight of it not in your...

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