The Distant Summer

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The train moved slow. The coal smoke thickened the air. It smelled of sulfur. It smelled of wet wool. Elias Vance sat by the window. He did not look out. He looked at his hands. They were rough. They were scarred. He was a constable. He was alone. The carriage shook. The wheels clattered. Next to him sat a boy. The boy was thin. His eyes were wide. He held a small box. The box was wooden. It...

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