The Distant Summer

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You sit on the edge of the stone bench in the station waiting room, your fingers wrapped tightly around the leather-bound notebook that your mother gave you before she died, the spine cracked and the pages stained with the rust of old tea and the dust of years, and the air around you is thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool and the metallic tang of fear that clings to the skin of...

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