The Distant Summer

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The mist on the eastern road did not rise; it crawled, a low and viscous gray that smelled of wet iron and old blood. Thomas Bradshaw, constable of the manor for twelve years, walked the boundary line with the heavy, rhythmic step of a man who had long since ceased to question the weight of his duty. In his left hand, he carried the boundary stone, a slab of dark granite worn smooth by...

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