The Distant Summer

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The iron key was cold, a sliver of metal that bit into the soft pad of my thumb, and I held it up to the grey light filtering through the broken windowpane, watching the condensation bead on its teeth. It was a simple thing, unadorned, the kind of key that fits a lock in a cellar or a tool shed, yet in my hand it felt heavier than the badge I had worn for twelve years, heavier than the eviction...

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