The Distant Summer

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The vase broke. It hit the marble floor with a sound like a bone snapping. Shards of blue porcelain scattered. They glinted in the cold light. I stood there. My hands were still raised. The air tasted of dust and iron. Professor Halloway stared at me. His face was a mask. No anger. Just a hollow, polite confusion. You have made a mistake, Arthur. I did not answer. I looked at the pieces. My...

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