The Distant Summer

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The ink in the well was a solid, black crust, hard as a river stone, refusing to yield to the solvent or the heat of the room. Elias Thorne held the nib against it, feeling the friction of the dried pigment, a texture that should not have existed in a climate-controlled drafting room. He was fifty-two, a man whose hands were mapped with the faint white scars of old burns and whose life was...

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