The Distant Summer

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The first thing I counted was the hours. Twelve hours on the train, nine hours on the bus, and four hours on the footpath that cut through the heather to the coast. I had arrived at the sanatorium with a ledger in my hand and a list of debts in my head. The building stood on a cliff edge, a long, low structure of grey stone that seemed to lean into the wind. It was cold here, a damp chill that...

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