The Distant Summer

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the smell of wet rot had begun to seep through the floorboards of the basement archives, a scent that clung to the back of your throat like a bad taste. You sat at your desk, the fluorescent lights humming their low, electric drone, and stared at the letter from Mr. Thorne, the Head Archivist, which lay open before you. "The foundation is failing,...

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