The Distant Summer

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The pen was moving in a circle, a small, tight orbit around the inkwell. Elias Thorne watched the nib, the steel trembling slightly against the paper, as if the hand holding it belonged to someone else. It was high summer in 1893, and the basement office at the University of St. Jude’s smelled of damp wool and the sweet, rotting scent of mildew. He was thirty-two, junior archivist, and his...

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