The Distant Summer

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The mud was up to Elias Thorne’s waist, cold and thick as wet clay, and the black water of the industrial canal churned against his chest with a rhythmic, mechanical patience that felt less like nature and more like a verdict. "You’re going the wrong way, Mr. Thorne." The voice was small, scraped raw by smoke and cold, coming from the slick stone of the embankment above. Elias gasped, his lungs...

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