The Distant Summer

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The vibration began in the teeth before it reached the ears, a low, grinding thrum that seemed to rise from the iron boilers beneath the floorboards of the apothecary. I am writing this down now, in the quiet hours after the shop has closed, because I fear I am losing the distinction between the sound and the sensation of my own failing body. I am twenty-four years old, a junior clerk under Mr....

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