The Distant Summer

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The damp in Oakhaven did not smell like rain, but like the slow, sweet surrender of fruit left too long in a bowl, a cloying rot that seeped into the pores of the walls and the lungs of the men who worked within them. Elias Thorne sat in his cramped office on the fourth floor of the Municipal Records Annex, the air thick with the scent of mildew and the low, subsonic thrum of The Hum, a...

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