The Distant Summer

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The iron key was cold, a slab of dead metal that bit into the meat of my palm, slick with the damp of the corridor. I held it for a long moment, feeling the grain of the handle, the slight warp in the bow where it had been bent by years of force. It was a small thing, a key, but it held the weight of three years of silence, the weight of the men who had never come home from the Boer War, and...

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