The Distant Summer

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The air in the basement of the Whitmore estate did not smell of mold, as one might expect in a cellar buried beneath the damp Scottish moors, but of ozone and old copper. Sergeant Elias Whitmore, thirty-four years old and serving his last tour in the local constabulary, held the object in his gloved hands with the reverence of a priest handling a relic. It was a sphere of dark, obsidian-like...

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