The Distant Summer

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The soup was thick with bone marrow and the scent of rosemary, a heavy, cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat and refused to leave. We sat around the long oak table in the basement of the community center in Ashford, a place that smelled perpetually of damp wool and boiled potatoes, and everyone was eating. Or rather, everyone was performing the act of eating. I watched my hands,...

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