The Distant Summer

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The dust tasted of chalk and old paper, a dry, suffocating powder that coated my tongue as I stood in the center of the Great Hall, my boots planted firmly on the parquet floor which had been sanded and polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the distorted, sweating face of a man who was no longer the young officer I had once been, and I watched the massive oak doors at the far end of the...

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