The Distant Summer

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The dream was always the same: a man thrashing in black water, his mouth open not for air but for a sound that never came. Arthur Vane woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, the sheets twisted around his ankles like the roots of the willows that lined the riverbank behind the Blackwood Ironworks. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers and a debt that grew by the...

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