The Distant Summer

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The radio crackled. It was a dry, sharp sound. Like bones breaking. I held the handset tight. My fingers were white. I could feel the pulse in my neck. It beat against the plastic. I was in the office. The room was cold. The air conditioning hummed. It was a low, constant drone. It sounded like a hive. I looked at the desk. The surface was polished wood. It reflected the ceiling lights. I saw...

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