The Distant Summer

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You arrive in the city by train, the air tasting of coal smoke and wet wool. It is late autumn, or perhaps early winter. The distinction feels academic. You are there to inspect. To verify. To find the rot in the foundation. Your title is Auditor. Your badge is brass, cold against your chest pocket. You are young, or you try to be. You wear your youth like a coat that is too tight across the...

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