The Distant Summer

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The air in the hall of the Oakhaven Town Hall hung thick with the smell of roasted goose and stale tobacco, a heavy fog that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s uniform. He stood near the edge of the dance floor, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the councilmen move through the crowd like sharks in warm water. The annual harvest feast was a ritual of plenty, a celebration of...

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