The Distant Summer

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray curtain that blurred the edge of the world and turned the mud on the road into a slick, sucking trap for our wheels. I sat in the back of the cart, my hands wrapped around a piece of rough-hewn oak, feeling the grain shift under my thumbs, and I told myself that the mark was already there. It was a small thing, a charcoal scrawl on the wood, a...

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