The Distant Summer

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The red stamp was cold against Elias’s thumb, a square of ink that felt heavier than the paper it sat on. He held it up to the single bare bulb in the kitchen, the light catching the rough texture of the cardstock. The words were simple: Final Notice. Non-payment. Vacate by the 15th. He turned the paper over, looking for a mistake, a misprint, anything that might soften the blow. There was...

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