The Distant Summer

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The letter lay on the desk, the paper stiff with heat, the ink barely dry. Sebastian Danforth held the edge of the page, his fingers trembling so violently that the script blurred into a jagged line. He was thirty-two years old, and his hands, which had spent the last five years cataloging the quiet deaths of paper, now shook as if he were holding a live coal. The summer of 1924 pressed against...

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