The Distant Summer

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The rain hits the windowpane in a steady, grey rhythm. You count the drops. One, two, three. The sound is not quite water. It is a vibration, a low thrum that lives in the teeth and the marrow. The Grey Hum. It has been in the mill for three weeks, ever since the new steam engines were installed. The men say it is the pipes settling. You know it is not. You feel it in the way the shadows in the...

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