The Distant Summer
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the silence that hung over the village of Oakhaven was so thick and heavy it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical substance, a wet wool blanket wrapped tight around the throat of the world, pressing down on the roofs of the old stone cottages until they groaned under the weight of the damp, and you stood there in the doorway of...
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