The Distant Summer

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The box sat on the shelf. It was oak. It was heavy. It was silent. Thomas held it. His hands shook. He was twelve. He wore a wool sweater that smelled of lavender and dust. The room was small. The walls were close. The air was thick. It tasted of old paper and iron. Outside, the wind screamed. It hit the glass. It rattled the frame. The storm was bad. The rain was hard. It beat the window like...

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