The Distant Summer

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The air in the office was cold. Not the damp chill of a London winter, but a sharp, biting freeze that seemed to emanate from the center of the room. Elias Vane looked at his hands. They were trembling. He pressed them flat against the desk, feeling the wood’s surface through his wool gloves. It was 1912, and he was twenty years old, a clerk at the Sterling Textile Mill, and he wanted only to...

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