The Distant Summer

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The shop smelled of sawdust and old varnish. Elias sat on a stool, his hands still. The letter lay on the workbench, the ink sharp against the cream paper. It was from Mr. Thorne. The bank’s final notice. The deadline was autumn. Elias stared at the boundary line of the old mill property through the window. It was a faint scar in the grass, a place where the earth seemed to hold its breath. He...

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