The Distant Summer

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The hall was too warm. The air smelled of wax and old wine. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the rain hit the glass. It was a cold night. The city outside was grey and wet. Inside, the fire crackled. He held his glass. The wine was red. It looked like blood. He did not drink. “Are you coming in, Thomas?” It was his mother. She stood in the doorway. Her face was pale. Her eyes were tired....

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