The Distant Summer

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The pen in your hand is dry, a stick of dead wood that scratches against the paper with a sound like a fingernail on a chalkboard, and you keep writing anyway because the quarterly report is due at four o’clock and if you miss the deadline, if you miss it by even a minute, the permanent tenure review collapses into a pile of red ink and rejection letters. You are Elias, thirty-two, a junior...

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