The Distant Summer

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The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil that dampened the stone walls of the old mill and the heavy oak beams of the house beyond. Silas Vane stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold glass, watching the water trace its slow, deliberate path down the pane. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the iron filings that clung to his...

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