The Distant Summer

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The left hand of Elias Whitmore had not healed in six weeks. The bone protruded through the skin of his palm, a jagged white spike that refused to knit, yet he did not stop working. In the fog-choked fields of Oakhaven, where the air tasted of wet iron and old rot, Elias drove his hoe into the earth with a grim, obsessive devotion. He was twelve years old, small for his age, and he wanted the...

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