The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the White House East Wing. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Resolute Desk room, his uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the dim, filtered light. He was a man carved from stone and silence, a protector of the perimeter who had forgotten how to be a person inside it. "You know," the voice...

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