The Distant Summer

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The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the high windows of the East Wing, blurring the boundary between the manicured gardens and the sterile, mahogany-paneled office where I sat. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day that feels less like a passage of time and more like a stagnation, a held breath that the lungs of the city...

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