The Distant Summer

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The intake form sat on the steel table, the ink smudged where Elias had pressed his thumb too hard. He looked up at Dr. Aris, who stood with his arms crossed, blocking the single fluorescent light that buzzed above them. The basement of the municipal archive was a windowless box of concrete and cold air, the kind of place where things went to be forgotten rather than kept. "It’s junk, Aris,"...

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