The Distant Summer

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The brass key is cold, its teeth worn smooth by decades of anxious thumbs. You hold it in your right hand, the metal biting into the callus of your thumb, a small, sharp pain that grounds you in the damp reality of the municipal archive. It is November, or perhaps December; the season has lost its grip on the building, suspended in a gray, timeless fog that clings to the walls like wet wool....

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