The Distant Summer

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The frost crept into the cellar first. You felt it in the joints before you saw it on the glass. It was a slow, creeping thing. Like a vine of ice. It took the warmth from the stone. It took the color from the air. You were a man who knew the cold. You had worn it for years. It sat in your bones. It was part of you. You stood in the middle of the long hall. The floor was oak. It was dark and...

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