The Distant Summer

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Elias. The name hit the air like a stone through a window. It was shouted by the Captain, a sound that stripped the room of its warmth. I stood in the courtyard, my boots caked in the grey slush of the garrison yard, and I did not move. I wanted to survive this winter. I wanted the paper. The discharge papers that would let me go home to my mother’s garden, where the roses still bloomed even in...

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