The Distant Summer

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The deed lay on the kitchen table, the paper yellowed at the edges, smelling faintly of the damp cellar where Elias had kept it for three weeks. He smoothed the corner with his thumb, the leather of his glove worn thin against the grain, and waited for the ink to dry. Outside, the wind rattled the sash window, a sound like dry bones knocking together. He needed this signed. He needed the...

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