The Distant Summer

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The house stood on the ridge like a broken tooth. Elias saw it from the train window. The glass was cold against his forehead. He pressed his face closer. The structure was a ruin of white stone and black iron. The roof was gone. Only the walls remained. They leaned outward. They held nothing. They held only the memory of weight. Elias was a cop. He wore the badge. He carried the gun. He wore...

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