The Distant Summer

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The varnish was peeling off the spine of the 14th-century psalter, and I was holding the brush with a grip so tight my knuckles had turned the color of old bone, trying to keep the solvent from bleeding into the vellum where the ink had faded to a whisper. The air in the archive smelled of dust and decay, a thick, heavy scent that settled in the lungs and refused to leave, much like the silence...

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