The Distant Summer

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2026-08-22 12:18:19 -

The bill lay on the workbench, the ink still wet in the corners where Mr. Thorne had scrawled his signature. It was for ten pounds, a sum that represented six months of my life, or perhaps a year if the strikes held. I stared at the figures, the black lines cutting through the cheap paper, and felt the cold air of the room settle into my joints. The room was a back office, smelling of stale...

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