The Distant Summer

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The wind did not howl; it screeched against the slate roof of St. Jude’s Orphanage, a sound that seemed to drill directly into the bones of the building. Elara Vance stood in the central hall, her hands raw and red from scrubbing the floorboards, listening to the storm batter the windows as Matron Halloway’s voice cut through the noise from the office door. "Vance. Now." Elara wiped her palms...

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