The Distant Summer

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Elara. The name was called by the clerk at the window, sharp and thin, cutting through the damp chill of the station. She turned, her left hand resting on the strap of her suitcase, the skin smooth and unblemished against the rough canvas. "Elara Vane," the clerk repeated, checking the ledger. "You are late for the interview." "I am not late," she said, her voice steady. "I am early." She...

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