The Distant Summer

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Olive Trenchard, the name was called out by the Bishop, sharp and thin as a wire snapped against a stone wall. It cut through the low hum of the crowd, forcing my head up from the altar stone where I had been kneeling for three hours. The lime dust in my hair had turned my scalp a pale, chalky white, a mask I had forgotten I was wearing. I stood, my knees popping with a dry, brittle sound, and...

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