The Distant Summer

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The cap lay on the iron grate, its wool matted with soot, the brim frayed where Elias’s father had rubbed it against his forehead in the last cold winter before the fever took him. It was a small thing, a dark, shapeless lump of fabric that smelled of woodsmoke and old sweat, but to Elias it was the only proof that he had ever belonged to someone who loved him. In the stark, whitewashed silence...

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