The Distant Summer

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The heat was not in the air; it was in the bones. Arthur stood by the boiler, the iron drum groaning a low, wet note that vibrated in his teeth. He was thirty-four, but his hands shook like those of a man twice his age. The steam rose in thick, oily clouds, and within them, faces formed and dissolved. He saw the jaw of Miller, who had died in the last explosion. He saw the eyes of young Thomas,...

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