The Distant Summer

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Thorne, get in here. The voice came from the street, rough and impatient, cutting through the smell of brass filings and old oil that hung thick in the shop air. Elias Thorne wiped his hands on a rag that was already black with grime and stepped out onto the cobblestones. The November air bit at his face, cold enough to make his teeth ache, but it was the sight of Mayor Halloway standing by the...

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