The Distant Summer

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The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the station. Thomas heard it. He did not look up. He looked at the brass buckle. It was worn thin. The metal was soft now. Like lead. Like flesh. He sat at his desk. The wood was cold. The station was a box. A white box. It sat on the hill. It watched the valley. The valley was green. The green was angry. It bit at the edges of the road....

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