The Distant Summer

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The summons lay on the oak desk, a rectangle of heavy cream paper that smelled faintly of beeswax and old dust, the ink still drying in its sharp, angular loops. Elias held the edge of the page between his thumb and forefinger, the skin of his hand roughened by years of handling brittle parchment, and read the words twice before the weight of them settled into his bones. Magistrate Thorne...

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