The Distant Summer

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The woolen glove lay on the oak desk, its fingers splayed in a rigid, unnatural grip, the yarn worn thin to a translucent gray that revealed the dark wood beneath. It was a left hand, I knew this with the absolute certainty of a man who had spent twenty years cataloging the asymmetries of medieval craftsmanship, and yet I had not seen it move from the corner of the room where I had set it down...

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