The Distant Summer

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Rain. Cold rain. It hit the window of the study. Hard. Persistent. The house groaned. Old bones settling. The house was old. The house was all he had. The house was him. His name was Arthur. He sat in the chair. Leather. Worn. Smelled of dust. Smelled of him. He was fifty-eight. He looked older. The uniform hung in the closet. Dust on the shoulders. The badge on the hook. Silver. Dull now. He...

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